Status Update:

I have a pool of water in my shoes. My underwear is tightening up on me as I type.  My office chair is soaking wet. I am cold already and there is an ac vent directly above my head.

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I love my motorcycle. It gives me the freedom I desperately desire on a day to day basis. Whether I am riding through the mountains or cutting around cars in midtown, there is nothing like the feeling of not being tethered down. 

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I checked the weather as I drank my morning coffee. The day was foretasted to be in the 70's, overcast and only a 10pc chance of rain. Awesome riding weather. I can get away with my open face helmet and just the leather jacket for my ride to work....so I thought. 

The 10pc chance of rain found me as soon as I hit 75n and followed me all the way up to the perimeter. There was such a downpour that the water was getting into the engine, making it shudder and lose power, which is a bit nerve racking while being surrounded by decaf extra foam caramel frap drinking office drones who would rather look at their phones instead of watching the road. It rained on me so hard that my suit which is normally protected in a bag for me to change into when I get to work was completely soaked through. My leather jacket is about 10 lbs heavier since it has adsorbed enough water to be currently on my coat rack dripping still after half an hour of being out of the weather. My gloves which are supposed to be weather proof, are...they just arent where my hands stick out of them. I have had wet hands for the past three hours and currently look as if  they are the hands of a 90 year old man. (wrinkled) 

Getting in to work, I  drop off my suit at the cleaners at the Marta station across the street for them to dry it out and began the day with a frog pond in my pants.  Everyone is making fun of me. So badly that I am debating on just running to Target for a replacement shirt and pants. This would be the point where I would have something funny to say but honestly, Im wet, Im pissed, and I just want this day to end already. 

Vent over.