My dear aunt Gisi has been off work on vacation and renovating her apartment, and suggested I pop on over at some point to check out the home improvements. I chose late yesterday afternoon. Good choice, as always 🙁
Gisi lives on the other side of Munich. I had originally planned to leave home at 3.00 in the afternoon, but when I checked the weather maps (prompted by the high winds and dark clouds that were looming over my house) I saw that there was a severe thunderstorm warning stretched throughout central south Bavaria, with Munich in its midst.
At 3.30, the weather service gave the all clear and I decided to leave. I also decided to not drive through the city but around the south of it. This was my first mistake. The roads were thickly covered with wet leaves and all sorts of pieces of trees which the high winds had blown off. I crept through the Isar valley, a lovely stretch of curves, rises and descents, knowing that if my rear tire were to hit the debris on the road I would end up in a horizontal position, Kiwi and all.
It took me two hours to reach Gisi’s house. She opened the door and said “There you are, I was already thinking you’d had an accident”. Thanks for the confidence 😛
We had a nice visit, I invited her to dinner at her local Italian place and we had a nice chat. (The renovations she has carried out are lovely).
When I left Gisi’s house, the sky had changed again to a dark gray. It rained until I reached Munich. The ride through the city was a dry one, but once I hit the last third of my drive home, all hell broke loose. It rained cats and dogs, lightening flashed in the sky, and on my last 4 km stretch, I thought I had driven into a hurricane. The sidewinds were so powerful that I drove 50 kph in third gear. I hugged the gas tank with my knees, hunched down as well as I could and prayed the wind would not shove me off the road. Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind coming from the left brought such large quantities of rain water with it that I thought someone was holding a garden hose into my left boot and into my undies.
Needless to say, I was glad when I got home 🙂
And after researching the issue on the internet today, I have discovered that lightening is a true danger – there is no protection on a Kiwi. A car, yes, but not a motorcycle.
Will keep this in mind in the future, so as not to overwork my guardian angels.
Oh, and don’t tell Mom. She wanted me to promise her I would not drive in the rain.