Interesting day. Decided that a ride thru the mountains sounded like a good idea. Took the bike to Estes Park. The ride was great until about 10 miles away from Estes, where it just got FUCKING COLD! Even that wasn't too bad until it started DUMPING rain. Thankfully I was close to a gas station with an unused car wash, so I parked the bike there and hung out in the gas station drinking coffee for about 45 minutes til the rain let up.
Hung around town for a little while, grabbed some food, new gloves (mine decided that it was time to disintegrate when it started raining), and salt water taffee.
So me pretending to be intelligent and shit, I took a different way home, thinking I could avoid the rain. No such luck. And this time I wasn't lucky enough to be near ANY shelter. So I got home an hour later soaked to the bone.
At least I didn't get caught in the hail storm that the four bikers I ran into from Michigan did. The way they came into Estes was apparently so bad with rain that they couldn't see, and when it started hailing (which, no matter what size, HURTS on a bike) they pulled over and stood flat against a canyon wall til a break showed up. Then they made it to my gas station.
Good day nonetheless.
Hung around town for a little while, grabbed some food, new gloves (mine decided that it was time to disintegrate when it started raining), and salt water taffee.
So me pretending to be intelligent and shit, I took a different way home, thinking I could avoid the rain. No such luck. And this time I wasn't lucky enough to be near ANY shelter. So I got home an hour later soaked to the bone.
At least I didn't get caught in the hail storm that the four bikers I ran into from Michigan did. The way they came into Estes was apparently so bad with rain that they couldn't see, and when it started hailing (which, no matter what size, HURTS on a bike) they pulled over and stood flat against a canyon wall til a break showed up. Then they made it to my gas station.
Good day nonetheless.