LAFAYETTE

I arrived in Lafayette after driving through torrential rain, the worst I’ve seen yet. My high hopes for my waterproof gear was dashed. The only successful item that passed the waterproof test were my boots. They kept all the water in, while letting none of it out. Riding through the rain was brutal, the rain hitting my visor so hard I couldn’t see anything, forcing me to flip it up, which in turn caused a deluge of water to enter the helmet. I should pull off but don’t. I’ll just follow the two red lights in front of me and pray that guys paying attention. Meanwhile you can feel the water seeping into every crevice, every gap of my jacket and pants. My boots are awash with water, sloshing around, from heel to toe. The only good thing is it’s warm rain, at least I hope that’s warm rain. Driving into town the deluge is so heavy the drains back up causing huge, lake like puddles, flooding the streets making riding even harder. I can’t reach the hotel fast enough. 

I arrived at the hotel and waded through the front door to check in at the front desk, leaving a pool of water at my feet. I trudge my way up to my room and open up all my gear and take everything out, laying it around the room. Everything was soaked: my dollar bills, my insurance papers, my passport- all wet. Lucky this hotel has a laundry room, so at least my gear got dry.