Started a little over three weeks ago.
We're Averaging almost an inch a day.
Can't mow.
Can't move dirt.
Driveway is a few days away from impassable if it doesn't dry up.

Worst Spring I can remember for quite a while.  About mid March all the snow was finally melted and the temps were finally getting above freezing. I was praying for a day of rain  to wash the salt off the roads. Nothing. For a couple of weeks. Bikes stayed in the garage.  Then the rain started and wouldn't stop. But at least the salt is gone.

Got one short ride on each bike first week of April when the sun came out for a day or so.

Motorcycle registrations here in NY all expire at the end of April, so I got my renewals, put the stickers on the plates and the registrations in with the tool kits about the second week of the month.

Ready to go. Except that it's rained almost every day since I did that.

This morning my dog, who lives for her morning walks, regardless of the weather, refused to go. All bundled up in our raincoats, we got three houses past my driveway and she turned around, gave me her "screw this" look, and headed back home. I didn't argue.

OK...the good news is the US is currently drought free!

https://www.accuweather.com/en/weather-news/wettest-12-months-on-record-leave...

Finally got a ride in today, just work and errands but aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh
Much better now!

I got to go out for a fun ride Sunday and rode to work yesterday and today though I caught some rain OMW home yesterday. Wished my front fender was on....
On Sunday I thought I’d let Thumpy tear up Wilmington DE a little bit. Took some pics of the old rust bucket too!

Same spot

On Friday there was some sort of motorcycle club convention or something down the street in Marcus Hook. I watched as hundreds and hundreds of patches rode past my house all day and night. It was like watching a parade. They sure do make a show out of it. Big groups of Harleys escorted along slowly by their crossing guards who block the intersections until the group is clear regardless of the traffic light. Lots and lots of engine revving which mostly fails at distracting pedestrians from their smartphone screens as they walk and cross the streets without looking.
My such a spectacle. The uniforms. The patches. The bikes with loud music blaring. Sensory overload.

That’s not me. Today I got out early and took advantage of the generous gap between thunderstorms out on the backroads of 3 counties. Hit the twists and hills and twisty hills and made sure to take every little one laner with a Rough Road sign. Still quite a few puddles but so what what’s a little more rust and a wet beard?
During the 4 hours on those crazy little roads I saw a sum total of 3 other bikers. Except for when I had to cross some traffic choked main road then there’s bikes aplenty. Even some big groups of Harley riders that didn’t wave back. Whatever, I went about my business on the blissfully empty and fun and largely forgotten country roads with a big muddy grin and burned through an entire tank of gas with barely any sitting in traffic or getting stuck behind an SUV with an apparent top speed of 30...

All you riders out there on the main roads, you don’t know how to have fun. I get it though. There’s no one on the backroads to get the attention of. Nobody to look at you except some cows, horses and occasional giant winged creatures crossing the road. No audience for your big parade. And besides those backroads are full of unpleasantness and dangers like sharp turns you actually have to lean through and bumpy pavement.

It’s all good. Y’all do your thing and I’ll do me. The Idiots Day Parade is every day and the backroads are endless.