On Saturday morning he gets up early, dresses quietly,
, puts on his leathers, grabs his helmet and gloves, goes to the garage to
warm-up his bike and head down the road .. Coming out of his
is pouring down; it is like a torrential downpour. There is snow mixed
in with the
rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph. Minutes later, he returns to the
He comes back into the house and turns the TV to the weather channel.
He finds it's going to be bad weather all day long, so he puts his motorcycle back into the garage
, quietly undresses and slips back into bed. There he cuddles up
his girlfriend back, now with a different anticipation, and whispers, 'The
out there is terrible.'
To which she sleepily replies,
'Can you believe my stupid boyfriend is out riding in that ####?'