And my bike will take me...

A watery sun is shining when I leave in the morning. High blown windfeathers, forebodes of a depression, don't promise much good. As the morning goes by, the wind rises and dark clouds surround me to give me, the dusty air and the streets a good shower.
Driving at 2000 metres high, I can almost touch them with my hands and it is a crazy sight to be so close to the blanket of clouds.
Around noon, they get so heavy, they can't keep it anymore. I change clothes and look up worried. I hate rain !
The streets get slippery, the sight is bad and it is no use stopping. How wide will this shower be ? The enormous trucks rumble on and I'm flooded with water. I speed up the Yamaha to stay ahead of the trucks. I feel the big 1 cylinder working hard under me, but the motor bears up and merrily wags its back wheel (because of all the luggage) and will take me through the wind and cold.
At the end of the afternoon I stop at a filling station because it is getting impossible to drive trough the heavy wind and rain. I hang around a little, talk with 2 stranded bikers without rain clothes. In the early evening it gets dryer, I fill up the motor with petrol, myself with a can of spinach and 2 corncobs and hit it. Beautiful skies, pieces of blue, high clouds with ice crystals and showers of mist. The various skies cross each other, playing with the light. Forming a background for the Arches National Park with its bizarre rock formations. A magnificent sight ! Everything is blown dry again and while I'm singing a Dutch song, I drive towards the sunset with 120 km ph.

Enjoying life is sometimes so easy to do...