Living In Denial

They¹ were calling for rain for Saturday and when we got up and checked the radar, it was, thirty miles north of us. We ran the futurecast and it looked like the rain would hold out until between 9 and 10 at the site of Cars & Coffee. All we needed was a few minutes to get the “Car Show Photo” for the Motoring Challenge and then, for all we cared, it could pour. We left home with the top down.

There was a very slight mist in the air. We sat by the window while we ate breakfast to keep an eye out. As we were ready to leave Hardee’s a car pulled in and it was quite wet. Donna asked the woman where she came from and where was it raining. Her reply both relieved us a little and scared us some too. We started for downtown and about halfway there it started to sprinkle a bit. I asked if we should put up the top before I got out of the car to take some cash out of the ATM. Donna said no, but hurry up.

Flush with twenties, we headed west towards Augusta. A couple blocks later larger drops started to fall. When those large drops started to come a little quicker, I asked again and this time Donna said yes. The rain wasn’t too bad so we continued on hoping that it might break and it would even be sprinkling when we got to Augusta. Ha. Less than a mile later it really started raining. The further we got out of downtown the harder it came down. When it got to the point that I could no longer drive the posted speed limit safely, I hung a left and drove back home.

They¹ we calling for a cloudy morning today and when we got up it was, so we proceeded with our usual Sunday morning bike ride for breakfast. As we pedaled through the neighborhood we could feel some moisture in the air, but that was to be expected with yesterday’s rain and this morning’s lingering clouds. A few miles into the ride the mist thickened and with the cool northerly breeze it was not real pleasant. Donna offhandedly mentioned turning around, going home and getting in the car. I said, no, its not that much further.

Ha. Should have listened. The further we rode, the heavier the mist got and glasses were getting hard to see through. It was too late by this time to turn around, so we rode the last mile grumbling to ourselves getting very damp.

We enjoyed a nice leisurely meal inside of Ridgecrest sharing a Breakfast Panini and reading the local paper while sipping hot morning drinks. When we went back outside to get on our bikes for the ride home, the clouds were still low and thick, but the mist was completely gone. The ride home was a lot drier.