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Quoting mspyder:
Tonight I was at a popular drive-in in St. Paul where alot of street rods and bikes hang out. I left and came back with some friends and we were sitting there watching all the cool stuff. Well, as I looked off to the west the clouds did not look good and I could smell the rain in the air. My friend has one of those fancy cell phones with radar on it and sure enough it was not going to be long. So, I said "Buddy, I'm buggin out", we hugged and of I went. Again, riding and staring at an on coming thunder and lightning storm is out of this world. The darkness, the light show, and the over whelming anxiety of thinking if I'm going to get dumped on. I had to throttle back on the shovel head because Ol' Painless was just wanting to pick up the pace. Just when I thought this is it, I hooked up with a westbound interstate and it was like I rode around the storm. I got home without a drop. I pour myself a cup of re-heated southern roasted pecan coffee and sat in the garage watching the storm roll in and smoked a cigarette thinking, as I often do, "What a nice night to ride".......
Tonight I was at a popular drive-in in St. Paul where alot of street rods and bikes hang out. I left and came back with some friends and we were sitting there watching all the cool stuff. Well, as I looked off to the west the clouds did not look good and I could smell the rain in the air. My friend has one of those fancy cell phones with radar on it and sure enough it was not going to be long. So, I said "Buddy, I'm buggin out", we hugged and of I went. Again, riding and staring at an on coming thunder and lightning storm is out of this world. The darkness, the light show, and the over whelming anxiety of thinking if I'm going to get dumped on. I had to throttle back on the shovel head because Ol' Painless was just wanting to pick up the pace. Just when I thought this is it, I hooked up with a westbound interstate and it was like I rode around the storm. I got home without a drop. I pour myself a cup of re-heated southern roasted pecan coffee and sat in the garage watching the storm roll in and smoked a cigarette thinking, as I often do, "What a nice night to ride".......
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