Santorini Caesars (2016)
Santorini Caesars
“At practically the moment he’d said goodbye, a harsh drenching rain blew in along a raw north wind, bringing rivulets to the roads and chills to the bones of anyone caught in the downpour. To make matters worse, the bike held no rain gear in its tiny storage compartment, leaving Petro to borrow a rain parka and hood from Sappho—in bright lavender.
Super Grape, as Sappho called him while she zipped him into her parka, decided to take the westerly high ground route into Fira. He figured that to be the safer, less likely flooded road, and taking care on a motorcycle was a serious concern in weather like this. The rain hadn’t yet washed away the oil buildup left by exhausts on dry pavements, but had dampened the residue sufficiently to treacherously slick up the roadways. The water had also turned painted lines into ice rinks, metal plates into banana peels, and crater-size pits into camouflaged puddles. Plus, since Petro wore no helmet and had no visor to protect him from the pelting... rain, the faster he drove the more painful the beating he took to his face.MoreLess
Super Grape, as Sappho called him while she zipped him into her parka, decided to take the westerly high ground route into Fira. He figured that to be the safer, less likely flooded road, and taking care on a motorcycle was a serious concern in weather like this. The rain hadn’t yet washed away the oil buildup left by exhausts on dry pavements, but had dampened the residue sufficiently to treacherously slick up the roadways. The water had also turned painted lines into ice rinks, metal plates into banana peels, and crater-size pits into camouflaged puddles. Plus, since Petro wore no helmet and had no visor to protect him from the pelting... rain, the faster he drove the more painful the beating he took to his face.MoreLess
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