A Long Ride

It has rained pretty hard the last couple of days, but the suit, overboots and waterproof gloves have kept me dry. I look like an astronaut when I walk in to a place, but thankfully it all comes off in about 20 seconds, and I've got jeans and a t-shirt underneath. This morning I went through hail for about ten minutes before I gave up and stopped at a restaurant to wait out the weather. I had a great conversation - my French Canadian waitress was a shameless and vulgar flirt, about 50 years old.

Update: I spent two days riding through a monsoon in Vermont and Massachusetts, and I ended up soaked to the bone. Now I'm a wet dork.