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Rain, Rain Go Away

A wet ride home

rain 64 °F

Woke up this morning to pouring rain. The two margaritas Linda and I had at the Texas Roadhouse where we ate last night, made for an early lights out last night, plus the fact we chose to walk back and forth. Right next door next to our Hampton Inn was a great looking Mexican restaurant, but it was closed for renovations. We are all packed and our rain suits are ready. We are H.O.G.s, tried and true! We figure in this weather, we will make the ride to Mattapoisett in six to seven hours. Hopefully, the rain will slow by the time we get to Massachusetts. I figure the rain, like at a wedding, is a harbinger of good luck for our fina l day of cycling on this glorious adventure.
The Hampton Inn supplied us with a huge breakfast this morning. Now, we just wait awhile in hopes of a little lessening of the rain. We will uncover the cycles and bring them out front under a nice protective overhang and load there.
The Patriots play Tampa Bay at one today in Foxboro, but, we will miss it.
We took off at ten and the rain was still coming down steadily. So another new experience, riding in a real rain. We just took it a little slower and were more careful on curves. By the time we got to Massachusetts, the rain had stopped and it was clear sailing the rest of the way.
So, the rain in Maine did not cause us to hydroplane, though did keep us in the slow car lane, and truly was a real pain, but couldn't drive either one of us insane,
When we were driving up the street in Mattapoisett into which the street on which we live connects, the fact that we had accomplished what we had set out to do really hit us. I raised my fist heavenward as a silent toast to our dear, recently departed friend Frank, whom I'm sure was watching over us on this journey. We had huge grins on our faces and we honked the air horn as we neared the house. Of course, the three grandkids were out to greet us in a flash, followed by Camus and our daughter. We got off the cycles, gave each other a big hug and kiss. The adventure had come to a close.

We got our motors runnin'
Headed out on the highway
Looking for adventure
Up north along Fundy's bay

Yeah, people
We sure made it happen
Took Nova Scotia in a love embrace
Stayed in Pictou, Cape Breton, Truro, and Digby
Set it up so we never had to race

We conquered the Cabot Trail
Through mist and rain and wind
We saw the tidal bore
As its wave came steadily roaring in

Yeah, people
We sure made it happen
Took Nova Scotia in a love embrace
Stayed in Pictou, Cape Breton, Truro, and Digby
Set it up so we never had to race

Like a true Harley steed
The Road King & Fat Boy
Met our each and every need
Through cold, and rain and mist
Never gave us reason to be pissed
Performing greatly, we agreed
Our expectations they did exceed

2000 miles under our belts
Making new friends along the way
Awed by such beautiful scenery
At every turn on every day

Yeah, people
We sure made it happen
Took Nova Scotia in a love embrace
Stayed in Pictou, Cape Breton, Truro, and Digby
Set it up so we never had to race

Like true H.O.G.s we did soar
We were born
Born to explore
We loved the freedom of the ride
Two partners,side by side
Awaiting the next open door
Awaiting the next open door

Posted by damienannaaiden 19:05 Archived in USA Tagged homeward bound

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