We’re going on our twenty first year of cohabitating. I’ve been a low-life biker type ever since she’s known me. Anyway, I needed a part for the washing machine. The Sears repair center in San Jose had it in stock, according to their web site. $300 – $400 for a new washer or $10 for the part and a 60 mile, each way, bike ride. No brainier – bike ride! So I ask the wife and she says sure, let go. Now the weather looks crappy. Cloudy a hell, just like yesterday, but still no rain. We get about 10 miles and the windshield starts getting wet. Yep, we’re heading right into the storm. Not bad, just heavy sprinkles. We get to San Jose and the place is closed. (I’ll call “customer service” and complain about bad info on the web site tomorrow. They have always been open 11 - 4 on Sundays.) We turn around and head back. Rain all the way home. Pretty good can’t see through the windshield rain. I love it. Carolyn says nothing, just slides up closer.
This is where the virgin part comes into play. We get home, we’re in the garage taking our leathers off, and she says, “You know this is the first time I’ve been out in the rain”. After I thought about it for a while, I decide she’s right. My wife was a “virgin rain rider”. How the hell did that happen? Thinking back, it seems she’s had 20 years worth of excuses every time the weather went tits-up. You know: shopping, cooking, cleaning or some other lame excuse. Well those days are over. She’s not a rain rider virgin anymore. I go out in the rain; she goes out in the rain. Or I’ll shut up and go by myself if she says so. I’ll say one thing, if you have to lose your rain virginity, doing it hard and fast at 85 MPH on CA 101 aint a bad way to go.
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