I can has a new river!
I was meant to take part in a hill climb time trial today. I was psyching myself up to rip the field to shreds (but then realised I have had entirely too little sleep this past month, and feel rather the worse for wear, not helped by the rather silly time I went to bed this morning). There was a way out for me though - I saw an ominous sign approaching on the rain radar.
For quite some years, I've been wondering what red corresponds to. And we only had yellow today, although parts of the map were certainly red:
The cloud approaching was rather green. About half an hour before the starting time, I rang up the mobile of a fellow rider. He was shouting over stuff pelting in the background, and I managed to work out that he was saying "it's hailing! I'm turning back!". And with that, I yelled "righyo! See you in a couple of weeks". Then this came:
And then I started to hope that Martin was still alive or that a friendly trucky picked him up.
Yellow is scary. Yellow causes the cat to hide under the bed. Yellow hurts my ears. It causes the light's circuit breaker to trip, because they don't like the water dripping down the light sockets. I don't think enough water dripped into my monitor to cause much harm, but it's a good thing it's not plugged in, nevertheless. 4 hours later, the piles of hail still haven't melted. The cat was rather curious about this cold white stuff that keeps collapsing underfoot as she takes a tentative step.
I don't think I want to see red anymore. And these stones were only grape sized. The stones dropping down out of the sky at 60km/h shredded the trees - I'm quite worried about this year's local wine vintage now.
For quite some years, I've been wondering what red corresponds to. And we only had yellow today, although parts of the map were certainly red:
The cloud approaching was rather green. About half an hour before the starting time, I rang up the mobile of a fellow rider. He was shouting over stuff pelting in the background, and I managed to work out that he was saying "it's hailing! I'm turning back!". And with that, I yelled "righyo! See you in a couple of weeks". Then this came:
And then I started to hope that Martin was still alive or that a friendly trucky picked him up.
Yellow is scary. Yellow causes the cat to hide under the bed. Yellow hurts my ears. It causes the light's circuit breaker to trip, because they don't like the water dripping down the light sockets. I don't think enough water dripped into my monitor to cause much harm, but it's a good thing it's not plugged in, nevertheless. 4 hours later, the piles of hail still haven't melted. The cat was rather curious about this cold white stuff that keeps collapsing underfoot as she takes a tentative step.
I don't think I want to see red anymore. And these stones were only grape sized. The stones dropping down out of the sky at 60km/h shredded the trees - I'm quite worried about this year's local wine vintage now.