drought

i was told "riding in the rain is no fun". i honestly think that guy's a moron and he needs to get a full face helmet.

took pretty much all day to get my shoes and pants dry again, but it was right as the day started, so no big deal.

as we were heading downtown it just occurred to me. i saw her early that day, and rocked my world once again, so i text her and she replied.

my friend told me you can't call yourself a biker until you get caught in the rain at least twice. now i can call myself a biker i guess, only this time it was scarier when the rear tire lost all grip in the turn. i love the rain fall.

funny how i want to break the secret and it just does not happen, for what ever the reason. it's not that important i guess as i remain cautious.

then i turned my head and saw her standing there looking at me with those big bright beautiful blue eyes, and we were both completely wet as we danced up and down. and the rain kept pouring down.

i'm still waiting for my helmet to dry out as i look forward to dance again rain or shine, when all i see in her gaze is shine.

the only think i can tell is the worst part of riding in the rain are the stupid car drivers freaking out about it