Leaving work late only to find it starting to rain and facing a decision to ride without or without raingear. My Revit rain suit has remained unused for over a year as I continue to choose wet over dry. Laziness is at work, at least partially as the thought of unpacking and donning the suit seems dizzying. And a rough part of me just likes getting drenched. I suppose every rider has a different dance when considering riding in the rain.
Riding west towards the setting sun and approaching rain revealed little of what would happen. Roads wet but not drenched left a slippery film cabable of dispatching the best rider in a weak moment. Sudden flares of sunlight easily blinds the unprepared daydreamer. A few minutes inside a store on the way home had me wondering if I would ride wet or dry.
Minutes later sweeping along a backroad towards home confirmed the wisdom of my choice to leave the rainsuit untouched. The lone trees that punctuate the farm fields throughout Pennsylvania reflect the care and functionality in place by farmers of previous generations. Those trees were often left in place to provide noontime shade for a team of plow horses while the farmer walked back to the house for lunch. Few were left with painters or photographers in mind 70 years down the road.
One last stop to admire the late day light painting the landscape before turning the Vespa towards home. Some days you get wet and others leave you dry. I was glad to miss a downpour and the need to pull out the rain suit. Just a bit too tired and worn to think too much about the rain.





















