Ridin’ Rainy … That’s What Happens When Ignoring Your Gut Feeling

Rainy Day In Raleigh

Two weeks ago, Jeff and I were on our way to visit our friends of Knock Out Roses, Raleigh’s hottest new Indie rock band, to hang out and talk about promotions.

I had a funny feeling standing in the driveway,  you know the one, when you put your hand out in the air and look up into the sky, to see if it’s going to rain or not.

Well, I ignored that feeling, because I was ready for an evening motorcycle ride.  I strapped on my helmet (or as I like to call it my hat), and we were on our way.

I had no idea what kind of ride was waiting for me and was still in denial when we got to the front of the neighborhood.

“A rain drop here, a rain drop there. No, big deal,” I thought.

My smart husband actually pulled into the next neighborhood and suggested we return home for our SUV.

It had been so long since we had ridden together, and I really didn’t want to go back home.  I said, “It’s not that bad, just a few drops. We’ll there in ten minutes.”

So, we kept going.

The bottom fell out of the sky within less than a mile.  I’m not kidding; at 50 miles per hour, all rain feels like a deluge and tiny little pins prickling your skin.

Not Singing In The Rain

We sought refuge within the empty bays of a self-serve car wash and called our friends. “Uh, hey… it’s raining, and we think we’re gonna be a little late (and wet.)”

The rain lightened up (or at least that’s what we thought,) and we continued on our damp journey.

An already unfortunate comedy of errors got worse as we made a wrong turn and went at least four miles out of the way. Our detour took us through a residential area… as in, there was no where for us to stop, and get out of the rain.

At this point, I’m huddling behind Jeff hoping for some sort of refuge from the downpour.  It didn’t work.

Finally, we came to a gas station, where they had thougthfully installed awnings over the gas pumps. Yeah!

People in their dry cars were looking at us funny; I’m sure they thought we were crazy.

We sat there for a few minutes after pumping gas, just laughing at each other, marveling at our wetness and watching the rain.  It looked as if we had showered fully clothed, not a dry spot anywhere.  He smiled and picked at me, “So, it’s just a few rain drops, huh?” I puckered my lips, kissed him and told him to shut up.

Oh, yeah… we did finally make to see our friends, and we were only two hours late.