Poetry By Chuck

A trip in hell.    I got caught in the backcountry mountains between the deserts of California and the ocean.  I was riding the motorcycle and a huge thunderstorm, one of many passing by yesterday, began to surround me with lightning and thunder.   I was soaked through and the cold from riding caused me to shake so bad I had to stop.  I pulled into Pala Casino and had a mocha.  About a half hour later, I saw a break in the clouds, very small one, and took the chance.  I remounted and rode into the waning rain.  The roads were puddling water and runnoff covered some parts of them.  I ducked walked the bike through the worst of it.  Home safe and sound, I was chilled to the bone.   Ah! Another day in Southern California.