WHAAAABOOOOM...KRRAAAKOOOM...It's storming outside. I'm glad that I decided not to ride 49er with Rik, Kris and Ty. When we bike it last week, the sky was alive with bolts of lightning. Luckily we were far enough away and stayed dry. But as we rode throught the dark to the truck, the thunder claps and mind-blowing flashes made me tremble in my padded chamois.
"Is this normal? Have you ever seen lightning and heard thunder like this?" I ask Rik this question every time it storms hard. Looking for comfort, assurance that the world isn't about to lay the smack down on us.
When I was a kid I wore ear muffs to bed on stormy nights. Eventually, I replaced them with ear phones and a cassette player. The soft crooning of Sting and George Michael drowned out the chaos. I began to master avoidance at a very early age.
In my teens I postulated that in my past life I drowned in a flood. I had visions of being inside a house during a flood. It made sense to me. I liked my hypothesis - it explain why rain, thunder and lightning scared the beegeebees out of me.
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