For the last week and a half, I've been struggling with a serious cold and cough, but no more! I'm alive and I can breathe again! Because I was so miserable (mostly all in the head!) I missed a pretty weekend for riding last week, as I slept through most of it, trying to get better. Well, you can imagine my excitement as I looked forward to this weekend so I could finally enjoy some much needed time on the road with my Glide. But wait... what's this? Is Mother Nature toying with me?
I must have made her mad and didn't realize it, as it seems she has a vendetta against me. Why you say? Well, lets see. I wake up Saturday morning to the screeching alarm of the weather radio going off, which sits right next to my head on the nightstand. WTF?!?! While the weather alert guy is telling me that my county is under... "a severe thunderstorm warning, capable of producing large hail and several tornadoes...", I hear the sirens outside going off too. GREAT! I stumble to the window to see for myself. Bummer. Looks pretty dismal. Oh well, storms pass, right? I'll just get my coffee and check the radar and we'll figure out when this storm will be out of here. The day is not lost. Yet.
By mid afternoon, we still have not left the house and we've had the pleasure of enjoying several more siren serenades as the weather radio continued to tell us of all the activity. So much for a Saturday ride. Not being one to dwell on the negative overly much, I just enjoyed a lazy day, playing on the puter, watching movies and catching a nap. Pretty lame I know, but I was able to get some paper shuffling done at my computer desk, a chore long neglected.
Later that evening, we kept hearing the warnings of a cold front coming in and the possibility of snow. Pfffft. Right, I've heard that before. This is Alabama and we hardly ever see snow. I wished and wished for it at Christmas, and it never came, so I wasn't too worried about it now. I went to bed looking forward to a new day tomorrow and the anticipation of a nice ride. Zzzzzzz.
Sunday morning I got up and started the coffee maker before I went over to look out the window. When I did, my eyes popped open in surprise! SNOW! Holy sh*t, it really snowed! I ran to the other window at the front of the house to make sure it was snowing out front too (I know, don't ask!). I guess I wasn't believing what I was seeing! My instant reaction was, "Yes! We had snow!" I ran into the bedroom to try and rouse Harley up so he could enjoy the snow too. After all, this is a rare treat for us living here in the South. For just a little while, I was lost in the euphoria of seeing the snow, that I forgot all about how this will interrupt yet another fine opportunity to ride the motorcycles and get in some much needed road therapy.
The realization of that did sink in after a while though, and I was pondering what the roads would be like. If you think riding around cages on a nice clear day is stressful enough, imagine yourself surrounded by a bunch of no-clue freaked out southern drivers in the snow. Yikes! Your talking about a challenge in the extreme! I feel like I've earned the right to find humor in this, because growing up in Iowa allowed me the realization that people drive in the snow all the time. No big deal. Here, on the other hand, things are different. We shut down.
So here I sit, on Sunday morning, bringing you this live report on Lady R's second "no riding weekend"! I guess I should be upset about it, but when I look out the window and see how pretty it is right now... it's hard to stay mad. After living in Alabama for as long as I have, I really do miss experiencing snow from time to time. With that in mind, I think I'll just sit back and relax, and take comfort in knowing my Glide waits patiently in the garage, for our next opportunity to rekindle our "roadmance". After all, it's not everyday we get white stuff in Alabama!