This weekend, Brian and I had a wedding to go to, so Jake stayed at my parent's house. We thought this might be a good opportunity to catch a few rides on the motorcycle since the weather was supposed to be excellent all weekend. Excellent.
We planned on going for a short ride on Saturday night and a long ride on Sunday afternoon. We ducked out of the wedding early so we could go riding while it was still light. On the way home, I commented on how it was getting darker earlier these days. Of course, I didn't think it was getting dark quite that early (8pm) yet. Shortly after, it started raining a little. The little bit of rain then turned into a downpour that lasted over an hour and a half. Around 9:45, Brian decided that he still wanted to go out (probably just to prove that he didn't forgo alcohol all day for nothing). We weren't out for long and it started to rain a little again. And things were just too wet in general, so we returned home rather quickly. He's in the kitchen right now making vodka on the rocks with a twist of lemon. Didn't take long to start drinking, eh?
So, the general theme seems to be if I'm riding or plan to go riding, you can expect rain. So, don't make any outside plans for tomorrow at 1pm.