Rain in Your Brain

I've only rode about 200 miles in the rain this year.  60 miles of it was really hard rain I won't soon forget.  I should have waited it out.  Sometimes it's easily been over 450 miles . . . When riding this old iron, I need to slow down in the wet.  I can't see, I'm wet and fatigued, brakes aren't as good - and less traction.

Spray off cars and trucks will powerwash you.  It all sucks.

When parked my seat fills up like a bucket. 

Water on my steel pegs and kicker pedal.

Water on the grips.

Water sitting on the magneto.

Water down the pipes.

Water in the air filter.

Water in the Ignition switch.

Water in the toolbag.

Water wicking over your helmet, Down your neck . .

Down your back . . .

Water from the outside meets Water from the inside.

It finally quits raining, but the road is still wet. It's somehow better now.

Unless it gets cold . . .

You always remember the trip when it rained and sucked. 

You forget all the other trips when the weather was perfect.