Well, swearing actually. I should have known better than to trust the weatherman. It was bright & sunny on the way into work this morning. A bit of a chill at 22 deg.(F), but it does clear up the sinuses. Warmed up into the high 40's as predicted though. The rain was supposed to hold off until tonight; maybe someone forgot to tell Ma Nature about daylight savings time? Started to sprinkle at 3, and by the time 5 o'clock hit, was coming down much closer to a steady rain, albeit not a downpour. Just enough to get the roads all wet, but not wash off the grime & oily crud. And no rain gear with me (yes, living on the edge). The steady rain waited until I was half-way home, of course. Between the backwash from the cars in front and the rain from above, it was a wet & miserable run. I recall my thoughts about a big turn in a 4-lane road "hmmm, take the outside lane so if I wipe out, I'll slide into the ditch and not under the truck next to me...". The bike performed flawlessly, even with the cork gasket not properly sealing my points cover. Besides being quite wet, no problems until I actually got home and came in the door. My wife thinks I should have my head examined. It was my first real wet drive - I avoid riding in the rain if at all possible. I always worried about riding in the rain, so this has taken some of the mystery out of it. I know now to not let my eagerness to ride overcome my instinct to take the truck.
