I beat the rain...lots of rain...a Noah's ark kind of rain. It was a really nice ride home. Bad weather was the farthest thing from my mind. It's a little strange, because it was actually spitting rain, but I didn't give it a second thought. I stopped for gas, then headed towards home. I'm safe and warm in the house, and Sam is snuggled in the garage, when the rain comes, in spades...or buckets. Lots of buckets.
Notice too, that Sam is not facing out. This marks the week I start backing her out on my own. We also park in "our" parking spot at work. The one I have to back into, rather than flipping a U and parking on the opposite side. Nothing wrong with either spot. It's just that the one spot is my spot. It's where we belong. Sam looks good there.
I see four Salem motorcops this morning - eye candy!...sigh. As if I'm not nervous enough riding when other riders are around, I have two of Salem's finest sitting across the intersection from me, waiting for the light. I really want to grab the camera and take their picture, but I think they might frown on that since I'm in the middle of five lanes of traffic. I'm "en pointe" in a low spot in the left turn lane, trying to stay upright, and hoping I trigger the signal. I know I have to ride off without dropping the bike, killing the motor, or horror of horrors, lifting the front wheel off the ground, something I can't do, but would manage to do just because I have an audience across the intersection. I attempt to maintain the persona of a saintly, little, law-abiding citizen. No need to scrutinize further, no need to follow. Chubby, little, middle aged women can generally appear angelic and get away with most things. But I'm not sure that works when riding a garish, lime green ninja. As Kermit would say: It ain't easy being green...
After I make my turn I spot two more motor cops up ahead riding side by side. I love the BMW Police bikes. I like them more every time I see them. It's especially nice that they are in front of me, and not behind me. This is how it should be. I turn off toward work, and they continue on their way. No tickets today. What am I saying...I never get tickets, just a verbal warning now and then. It's good to be angelic :)