I rode in to work all the way in race crouch today.
Chest on the tank (fat stomach squished LOL), elbows tucked in, neck strained all the way.
I had to - the rain was ridiculous - I just couldn't see otherwise. If I crouch all the way down, tuck my knees into the side of the tank, drop my elbows to my knees and keep all the way down, the wind (and thence the rain) goes over the top and I stay mostly dry and, best of all, I can still see where I'm going.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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