I did my three lessons by car today, as I didn’t trust the weather. The sky had a heavy grey look to it, and could have burst into rain at any moment.
When one is caught in the rain on a motorcycle at 35-40 mph, one does not get merely wet. It is as though one has been thrown bodily into a pool, clothing, shoes, socks, underwear, eyeglasses, and all. One does not dismount and move by walking, it is more like a slurping, squishing motion, and I would be slogging into people’s homes to sit at their piano in that condition.
No...Blue stayed home today.
Better safe than sorry....dripping on the carpet isn’t good.