Since we have weather on the mind today, I thought that I would share a story about a rider that I've never met.
In this life I have been in 2 tornadoes in N.Y. The first one was a large one, and I've never seen one before then. I watched it coming from miles away from a mountain side perch where I was building a new home. My crew packed up the truck when we figured out what it was,it was so beautiful from that distance. It was a moving cloud with orange lightning that seemed to come from the ground. On the way out I parked my work truck in a field that was near it's path, I just had to know it personally,so I backed that truck right up to it....don't do that, not a good idea.
The second tornado was smaller and I didn't see it coming. I was driving down the road in the same truck on what looked to be a blustery raining day. It was dark ahead of me with the exception of one small light piercing the darkness and coming my way fast, I realized it was a rider blasting through the haze, giving it all it had as his headlight passed my truck, I smiled as I recalled my younger riding days and thought "kids" , just then the roof of a large barn crossed both lanes in front of me.
I never met , nor do I know who this rider is, but when I think of close calls, I still picture him.
