The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good

Not a drop

—copied from NEDoD—

Water water everywhere...

Some of you asked for a report of my adventures in getting home
tonight. Short version, I'm home and only a little damp.

So we got rain, right? Apparently, I live in a high spot because the
area around my house is totally dry. But I guess not everywhere else
is so lucky. On the way to MM tonight, I came to big barricades and
flashing lights saying that 117 was closed. This piqued my curiousity.
I decided to take 117 from the other direction heading back.

Riding on a closed road is *fun*. No flicking the high beams off and
on, no being blinded by oncoming traffic. There's just the specter of
water on the road around every bend, but hey. There was barely any
water on the road until exactly where I thought the trouble would be.
There were cops posted at the intersection of 117 and Sudbury Rd. in
Concord, and sure enough, the road in front of Brigham's Farm Stand
was washed out. Well, washed out is putting it mildly. As I was
looking for a rock to throw to check the depth, I saw something swim
across the road. Because it was dark, I decided it was not worth
crossing where I couldn't see, so I turned around.

I followed Sudbury Rd. north towards Rt. 2 until I came to more ROAD
CLOSED signs. I proceeded cautiously until I found myself surrounded
on three sides by water. It's very eerie, being on a narrow road with
water on either side, knowing there's water ahead of you somewhere.
You know the water by the inky stillness that's blacker than the
surrounding darkness. I came up to the edge of the water and got off
the bike again. This time, I could see the double-yellow line most of
the way across. It looked like it got gradually deeper, but kept
getting deeper way past the halfway point. But what the hell. I have a
KLR, so I said fuckit, let's do this.

Suddenly, the blackness was split by a brilliant spray as the
headlight caught all the water I was kicking up. I couldn't see how
deep it was, but I knew it was getting deeper. And deeper. And deeper.
And still deeper. Then, just when I thought it couldn't get any
deeper, it did. Finally, the road started sloping back up towards the
barricades. All I could see was the water coming up at me and the
flashing lights on the far side, so I can't really say how deep it
was. But when I went to put my feet back down, my left footpeg had
been folded up.

I made it to the far side, my bike throwing off steam like some kind
of hell beast. Wow, does that ever make you feel like a bad ass; just
steam rising up and dancing in your headlight's glow. My 'stich and my
Sidi On Roads kept me pretty much dry. A little water went up the pant
legs, but it was nothing a little blow dry (judicious application of
throttle) couldn't cure. I saw several other ROAD CLOSED signs, but I
figured I'd wait for daylight to survey the damage. I still want to go
back along 117 from the other direction and see just how wide the lake
is. I'll probably go out later this morning and follow the signs from
one road closing to another. I know there was flooding on Rt, 20 where
it crosses 126. I'd like to try to get some pictures of the various
road-lakes of Massachusetts.

Of course, if anyone wants to come with, let me know.

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