A couple of weeks ago, we took off for a day ride up into southern Wisconsin.
Our riding companions for the day, Scott & Teresa.
We dodged a few rain clouds on the way up which altered our original destination but that’s alright because we really didn’t have much of a destination anyway. Instead of going north, we went more northwest. That works! It’s all good when you’re on a motorcycle. It’s more about the ride than where you’re going.
There are some beautiful rolling hills in Wisconsin
and nice little farms.
In the picture above, if you have great eyes and look really close, overtop of the house back in the field is the modern-day counterpart to the old windmill.
We stopped at Yellowstone Lake to take a break. It was a cool day so there weren’t many out on the lake.
We saw a fun dragonfly.
I was surprised he let me get so close and didn’t fly away.
We kept a pretty close eye on the sky as it was forecast to rain more late afternoon. We saw it clouding up to the northwest and thought we better start heading home although we weren’t in any particular hurry. The clouds looked to be a ways off yet. In fact, at one point, we even decided to stop for ice cream. Isn’t that what bike rides are about? Lunch and stopping for ice cream?
After we ordered ice cream, the thunder was getting louder, the lightning much closer and the storm looked like it was moving in faster than we had anticipated. We split paths with our friends at that point and all hightailed it for our respective homes. We headed south and thought we could beat the weather until we turned towards the east.
Ruh, roh! No rain yet and we have ridden through our share of storms but I can truly say this was the worst side wind (including Wyoming winds)and the most we have ever leaned into a wind ever. I tend to panic a tad faster than DH but he even thought we were going to go over. We turned south again towards home, 4 miles to go and the trees were literally bending right behind us as we passed.
We got home, put the bike in the garage and as the garage door was shutting the wind was blowing stuff under the door and the rain started pounding. That was a little too close for comfort.
(This was when the storm was building. I was a little, uh, occupied when it was closer to us)
And the moral of this story is…
when faced with the dilemma of storm clouds versus an ice cream hankering?
Always, most definitely, always go with the storm clouds! :)