And it was moving.
I wondered briefly if perhaps sleep deprivation had finally caught up with me and if I'd be better off pulling over or seeing where this strange trip was going to take me.
Then a car coming towards me splashed through and I realized there was, in fact, water in epic quantities flowing across the road. I'm not sure what those construction workers did, but I'm guessing they messed up in a big way.
It didn't look terribly deep when the car has splashed it's way through, so I rode on, through the new, rushing, urban rapids and on towards destiny. That is to say, work. The water was deeper than I'd anticipated.
When I emerged from the flowing water, unscathed and mostly dry, it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, riding through flowing water had been an incredibly stupid decision. For one thing, the water could have been hiding a multitude of hazards and, worse, I don't really know exactly how one goes about making a water crossing on a motorcycle. Especially a street bike.
So, what would you do faced with an unexpected water crossing? Or even an expected one. I know some of you are into that kind of thing.