The Fuzz's Excellent Motorcycle Adventure 11

When we left Our Fuzz, he was puzzling over whether to take a chance on the weather.

The original window for this trip had been pretty optimistic.  But of course the trip had been extended several times, and now there was talk about some sort of "tropical" situation moving in his direction.

It was not a long ride back to Charlottesville, but things could get a bit wet.

Of course it has been said that "If you don't ride in the rain, you don't ride!"

And this was supposed to be an Adventure, wasn't it?

There had been plenty of times when rain had been forecast and in the end, nothing much came of it.

So The Fuzz decided to go for it.

A light drizzle began shortly after he left, and gradually increased.  And there was traffic.

At this point The Fuzz figured it was time to break out some rain gear and stopped to pull his rain pants over his leather.

The rain increased in intensity forcing him to wipe his glasses frequently now so he could see.  This was important with all the traffic.

Next, he realized that his jacket would not be able to turn  as much rain as he was now getting.  So it was time to stop and put on the rest of his rain suit.

It wasn't long until the rain required him to put the goggles on as well.  But even with them on, he could barely see the road.

More Adventure!

But he was making progress, if in slow stages.

Finally he stopped at a gas station for a break and hot coffee.  The women there checked the weather on a iPhone and told him that the worst was just then passing.  Things should be a little better the rest of the way.

So after getting warmed up a bit, the Intrepid Fuzz got back on the road.

And the rain had lightened - just a bit.

And that was just enough.

The rain continued to decrease as he was getting closer to his destination.  But it had taken it's toll.  He was wet, but could have been much wetter is not for the rain gear.

He was also hungry.

So he pulled into a KFC for some greasy chicken.  For some reason, they didn't serve coffee here, which seemed a bit strange to The Wet and Hungry Fuzz.  But the greasy food did help, in it's way.

As he approached Charlottesville, the rain actually stopped, and he found his way to his sister's house, and a chance to get dried out.