
The first Nomad Julie and I ever rode was a trade in taken in at the shop. We borrowed over a July 4th week-end and ended up riding in what seemed like a monsoon. It started what we cautiously laugh off as “The Curse of the Nomad”. It sometimes seems like we are rain magnates. You can believe we always have rain gear stowed away. ‘The Curse’ seems to have followed us over to ours and we try to caution our friends before they agree to ride with us. It seems to happen more often than not.