01-17-2021, 02:40 PM
Around 2008 or 2009, Diana had gone up north to visit family. I stayed home for whatever reason but decided to go up and visit her later. I had purchased my Harley in 2006 and this seemed like a great time for that 'epic' road trip that everyone dreams about. I started out about 6 in the morning and I remember the air being quite brisk. I had short sleeves on and more than once thought about stopping to put on a jacket but never quite got cold enough to do it. It was exhilarating! Wentzville, Bowling Green, Hannibal all slipped by and everything was right with the world. State line crossed and things were glorious. Just south of Iowa City, however, things began making me nervous. It seems the sky going north was beginning to darken. Some might say even look ominous. As a fairly new rider, I have not been in rain often. As a matter of fact, I kind of feared riding in the rain. I hit Iowa City and the rain hit me. I slowed down, mainly because those little droplets really hurt. I rode from Iowa City all the way to the north of Rochester, MN in rain. Not just mist, rain! About 5 hours worth. It finally broke north of Rochester. By the time I hit Moose Lake my clothes were finally dry!! I spent about 4 or 5 days up north and came home. As soon as I left Chisholm, yep, it started raining. It followed me all the way to Iowa. I finally dried off by Waterloo. I don't think I fear the rain as much anymore. I just DO NOT like to ride in it.