Art_Deco saidOne warm summer evening in 1968 we had a thunderstorm in northern New Jersey. And I took my new Yamaha motorcycle out into it, wearing just a T-shirt & shorts, but always a helmet.
And I showered in the warm rain on rural 2-lane back roads, the torrent driven by my bike's speed, and loved it. The lighting got intense at times, crashing all around me, but I really wasn't afraid.
Next day I had to clean the bike of all the road grime, but I didn't care.
My first year in Michigan, I got caught out in a thunderstorm on my motorcycle. I didn't worry too much, not realizing that summer thunderstorms in the flatlands are entirely different
from those in the mountains. At home, lightning (almost) always strikes the tops of the ridges and mountains. Don't go up there: no problem. And mountains have... drainage.
Of course, in the flatlands, your head may be the tallest point for miles around. Or the tree that you're standing next to.
And there is no
Before long, the water in the street was up to the footpegs on my bike.
I kept going as fast as I dared, for fear that if I stopped, the water would start coming in the mufflers. Made it home unscathed. Well, except my Birkenstocks were ruined. Fortune favors the young and dumb with fast reflexes.