If they handed out medals for riding through metric tons of water, Bankerdanny, Don R, Bud, Andy and I would have qualified for a boatload of them. To be fair, it didn't really start pouring until Orland Park. Just a mist, really. And then came the deluge. Probably the most comical moment came when we encountered an unexpected toll on I-80. Four riders, and only one among us has access to any cash beneath the layers of gear and rainsuits. Fortunately, Bankerdanny paid for us all. We finally reach Three Floyds brewery, where our reward for riding fast through rain is to endure standing in it until there's a table for us inside. Three Floyds is at capacity, and they haven't thought to provide an awning for those waiting outside. But we made it in, and pints of beer soon rendered our meteorological injustice moot.
This pic is of that happy moment. They say the camera adds 10 lbs, but in our case its merely water weight. Three cheers to GZ, SOHC and cheating death wherever possible. Drink cold, piss warm.
(Me, Bankerdanny, Don R, Bud, Blue72Beetle)