Or:
The train, the rain, the lobsters.
Angels are sufficiently scuffed in to take them into the rain this morning for coffee.
A train (long sunofagun. Shut off the scooter and went for a walk)
![](https://i.postimg.cc/9QTsrxMw/P1170212-2.jpg)
Rain chasing me...
![](https://i.postimg.cc/d3b4FYGH/P1170225.jpg)
nothing serious out there......
![](https://i.postimg.cc/KzVd1CnL/P1170263-2.jpg)
time to head home....
![](https://i.postimg.cc/mgyfmXsf/P1170256.jpg)
![](https://i.postimg.cc/tJNtKxCT/P1170258-3.jpg)
Too warm to ride with the liner in the mesh jacket.....so, wet the lobsters, again.
![](https://i.postimg.cc/vZJgvmbS/P1170276.jpg)
New Angels and the new Nolan worked just fine.
Stig