This morning when we woke up it was still raining. I figured we were in for a soaking standing out manning a poker stop on the poker run. Surprisingly there were lots of rodders ready to hit the road, so just that thought lifted my spirits.
We drove out to Tokeland to man our stop. We had a really nice view and portapotties nearby. By then the rain slowed to a misty moisty drizzle and was fairly warm. Then the drizzle slowed to a stop and we actually began to enjoy our time talking to the street rodders and a couple locals.
The rodders were in a good mood because they didn't get lost on the poker run this year. I started rhyming the poker run and making them guess where they had to turn and stop about 7-8 years ago, so my reputation proceeds me now.
Then wonder upon wonder! The sun came out for the show and shine in town and it was a beautiful afternoon. God must like looking at street rods and didn't want the rain to distort His view from above.
While the the kids and I were shopping, one of the rodders told me my poker run is the reason she comes to the rod run. That made me feel pretty good, but also made me realize I will probably be doing it forever. Oh well, as long as there are people still to appreciate it, I'll still do it.
So now I'm sitting outside and the clouds are moving in. I suppose I should high tail it inside before my computer shorts out and we are shrouded by Wetport once again.