Shiny leaves droop over the street, invading the pedestrian space.
I found a KLR 650 that looked suspiciously like Scott's machine with the luggage he used to ride across the country. Had I longer legs I might have bought one.
It's lucky then that I have short legs and bought the Bonneville.
The boats stored in racks looked as though ready to float away in an epic Biblical flood.
Usually they look out of place, stored sensibly in the air like museum pieces not floating living things.
Oh God, I want to learn to enjoy the rain in all it's bright fresh shininess.
But I loathe the damp and discomfort. I like the warm glow of the indoor light, the security far removed from...
...the gurgling drowning wetness of it all.
Riding my Bonneville is my way of overcoming my loathing.
Drip drip drip.
Please someone send the damned tropical storm on it's way. How they cope with all this rain in the sheds and huts and cardboard shelters in Mexico I cannot begin to imagine. That's suffering.
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