Really Mike... wassup with whining about a little moisture. Man I've ridden in some nasty weather... One time coming home from work I got caught in a sideways rain, tree limb flinging gully washer... the water was so deep on the road I could feel it hitting the bottom of my boots. When I got home my leathers were so soaked I could hardly stand to dismount the bike. I waddled to the porch and emptied my boots and it was once again a sunny 90 degree day with 90 percent humidity. Man... you gotta love the south.
And Evansville.. we left the restaurant that night, it was pouring rain... I mean buckets. That was the night Robert figured out what happens when you remove your front fender. He must've been throwing a 10 foot high spray of water. Crazy kids...
I tell ya' ... kids today.. they got it made... In my day we didn't even have helmets or jackets and we liked it! Our bikes would stall in the rain and we'd have to push them... uphill... that's what it was like in my day...
