The first thing you should know is that I am one of the world’s biggest fans of thunderstorms. I even like SEVERE thunderstorms as long as they don’t do any damage to my family, my house, or my car. The second thing you should know, for the purposes of this post, is that a new Cycle 365 challenge has been issued for the month of August and I take any kind of challenge very seriously. In fact, I could even say I take them very personally–as if the challenger was DARING me to prove my competence or my toughness or my very manhood.
“I dare you to climb that tree.” You can be sure that I’ll find a way to get to the very top. “I dare you to act like a monkey on national TV.” I would send a recording of me jumping around, chattering and screeching, while scratching my armpits to “America’s Funniest Home Videos.” “I dare you to do the splits while dancing to “Disco Inferno.” I would swallow my pride and risk a painful tendon injury to meet such a challenge. “I dare you to photograph your bike with some kind of liquid.” Well, that’s a tough one. But I’m prepared to do it to the best of my ability.
So, let’s get on with my story.
I was walking my dog this morning when I noticed some dark clouds brewing to the west. Soon thereafter, I began hearing thunder and then I saw some occasional flashes of lightning. Awesome! (As I said, I love a good storm, and this one looked promising.)
There it was–my opportunity to get out and meet the August Challenge by riding into the midst of some torrential liquid. When Diggity and I got home, I quickly changed into my swimming trunks and rain jacket, put my phone/camera in a plastic sandwich bag, and headed out on my bike. The following photos will tell my story.
Heavy rain on a tin roof is almost deafening–but in a delightful, magical way. There is almost no better place to celebrate nature’s purest form of liquid. When the lightning flashes seemed a little less frequent, I escaped back out into unsheltered spaces. The air was warm so the rain felt great.
This was my second ride in a rip-roaring storm this summer. The first one wasn’t voluntary like this one. On that ride I was out in the wide open countryside north of MY Town and a storm swept in quickly. That was pretty scary. This time, being in town, I felt safe. It was fun.