Last Saturday I donned my newly purchased rain pants and hit the road. I went to a pub outside of Ottawa called The Cheshire Cat at the suggestion of my old friend Roy whom I haven't seen in decades. We had a great meal and a great chat, something we should repeat as I don't think I have that many decades left. As we prepared to leave... that is when the rain started. Quite a bit of it at first. Daytime or no, those back roads were no safer feeling than an overcrowded highway. Visibility was no good at all and, even though most of me was dry, I might have benefitted from zipping up my sleeves. My arms were wet to the elbows and when I got home, even the seat of my pants. I wonder if my girth stretched the seam of the rain pants a bit? The run into Orleans was trouble free. I have to thank another friend, Gabriel, for pointing out that - regardless of name changes - Sussex Drive goes all the way from downtown Ottawa into the heart of Orleans. It's a pretty drive as well. ...