Day 4 Dec 21

God spoke to Noah "NOAH" and Noah said "Huh". God said "NOAH" Noah replied "Am I on Candid Camera".
On the road at sunrise and connected to I5 south, the miles melted away. The weather man said there was a break in the pineapple express and the rain had a 20 hr period of easing up. The prediction was for a storm coming in to drop the most rain accumulation in recorded history. The record breaking weather event would be for a three day stretch and I might luck out by sliding through  during a lull in the storms.
At Lost Hills I left I5 and headed east to Bakersfield, It started to rain hard. I recalled the decision at Cottage Grove, Where I could have taken the coast route and if I had it would have put me in the middle of the worst of this storm. In 8 hours California was going to experience mud slides, road closures and traffic jams that only Noah could relate to.
The storm up to this point had reeked enough havoc that the evidence was still obvious. I was off the freeway and on surface streets, at one intersection I couldn't judge the depth of the water and waited till a 4-wheeler crossed before I committed to the forge. Standing on the pegs the water came up just above the plastic bags covering my boots, wet feet now. I had forded a stream in Bakersfield Cal.
Up the Grape Vine and crest Tahachapi Pass. The rain really started coming down now. At about 60 to 65 MPH I could tuck down behind the wind screen with my face mack in the blast of air over the screen and it kept the face shield clear of water droplet visibility was not bad, and ergonomics were tolerable because I distributed some of my weight on the tank bag. On one normally dry river bed between Mohave and Barstow, on a divided Hwy I encountered a stretch of road where the visibility was confusing. The sand the water the road were all the same, the bike seemed to feel different. It seemed to be slowing down but not really. I finally registered that the road was covered by water the riverbed had become a lake. I was creating this spray - splash behind me that was gaihugic (big). At that speed I was out of the hydrofoil about the time I realized what was happening and I really could not testify as to how big the water hazard was. I am sure others have done it, and was really lucky to have had no traffic around me. The spray from a cage or a truck could have easily knocked me off the bike if we had entered at the same time unexpectedly.
The next time I experience a Gravity Storm, an event often occurring around a keg of beer late at night when the bullshit flows. I will be able to say "No shit I road my bike across the great Mohave Lake"
I arrived in Barstow just at dark in a hard rain, soaked to the bone, it was going to be a job drying out. Motel, rest, supper, warm, sleep.