Weather: Warm and humid in the morning, pouring rain in the evening.
Road Conditions: Streets flooded under pouring rain.
Yesterday was a black day for the Windsock and Crystal Ball Guild.
For those of you who are new to this blog, that is my obscure nickname for the sorry bunch of so-called “meteorologists” who try to guess the weather on our local morning news. On days when I have the time, and when the issue is in doubt, I poll the various channels and listen intently to their forecasts, planning my day according to the results.
When they vote for any significant chance of rain, I wear my Aerostich Darien and bring rain covers for my leather gloves. When the prevailing opinion is for sunshine, or partly-cloudy skies, I wear my leather jacket with the giant Ace Cafe, London patch on the back.
That’s a little vanity on my part, and I freely admit it. That jacket and I have been together for over a decade, and it proudly wears the scars that prove it. Even though I rub it down with mink oil as part of my Springtime Ritual, it is not even remotely waterproof.
So, obviously, I am loathe to wear it in the rain.
Yesterday, as a result of very poor weather forecasting, my beloved leather got thoroughly soaked, as did my gloves. They will both be stiff as boards once they dry out, and will require lots of work to make them supple again. But that’s not the worst of it…
My Vespa GTS was never intended to operate as a submarine.
Yesterday, on the ride home, the rain came down so hard and fast, that water was running a foot deep in some intersections. That is no exaggeration. It was running six inches between the curbs on a lot of streets, and there were several times that poor Rose had water rushing over the top of her legshields, and right into my sodden lap. Even her headlight was submerged at one intersection that I misjudged.
I couldn’t help but think, “This is Frogwing Weather!”. He handles these conditions with ease.
But Rose is a trooper, and she never faltered. Still, I worry… Her battery is mounted below the “waterline”, and I thought about the tales I have read of GTSs burning to the ground because of an electrical short.
Then too, there is the air intake for cooling the CVT, which is also located below the waterline. I’m almost certain some water must have gotten into there. I won’t know until I take off the cover this weekend, and do a comprehensive 3,000-mile service.
Piaggio only recommends I check the oil and one or two other things, but you can bet that I’m going to do a whole lot more than that. While I’m at it, I’ve got some new Kenda tires to mount, but I’ll tell you more about that later…
Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten Part II of the Bearded Lady Motorcycle Freakshow saga. That should come out tonight… tomorrow at the latest. I just had to vent about those damned weather-guessers. Thanks for indulging me.