There's something warm about the rain

I love the rain. I always have. The sound of it when falling asleep. The way it made cars sound like spaceships as they zoomed by my parents bay window in the family room. How good it feels on a hot day.

But when riding motorcycles, it scares the hell out of me. I never ride when it is wet unless I absolutely have too. Yesterday was on of those times. When we packed up at sams town in tunica Mississippi, it was raining lightly. We perpard for a wet day. Bundled up and covered our gear the best we could. Soon after we pulled out, the rain basically stopped. Lucky. But when we hit Memphis the ground was still wet. Hence the spill and required repair below. I have deemed ygr events of yesterday, THE MEMPHIS MIRACLE. Because brad wasn't hurt much and because we found a part that repaired the bike. It happened so quickly. A guy stopped and told is about a kawasaki dealer up Elvis Presley Blvd. I had already called the 2 local Yamaha dealers and ran into deadends. We were making plans for me to drive to Nashville alone and being the trailer back to Memphis.

We have thought we might as well give it a chance and it worked. The kawasaki dealer was in a really rough part of town. The guy at the counter had a pompadour (spelled wrong?) he was dressed up and had a great southern accent. He looked at the broken pieces I brought with me, listened to my troubles and went in the back to look around. He came back with a Suzuki part from the 80's for all of 8 dollars. That is like going into a ford dealer for a special part for your chevy. An incredible long shot. It looked like all the holes would line up perfectly. When brad put it on it worked like a charm.

Amazing. No injury, $8 and only a chunk of lost time.

It has been raining hard all morning, driving north, I am glad we are in a car for this.




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