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The chance of rain was going to be lower than it had been but their was still a good chance I was going to be wet. It seemed the storms started to roll in when I was ready to roll out and head to work over the past week. This time however I was going to be smart; so I packed a change of clothes (including underwear and shoes) and put them under the Burgie's seat. I kissed the girlfriend good bye and took off down the road.
I had gone about 10 minutes when I saw the traffic heading towards me with their wipers on which could only mean one thing. I was heading into a storm. So I pulled off onto the side, well off the road, and pulled my rain pants on and zipped up all the zippers on my jacket to ensure no water could get in...and hit the road again.
It started lightly at first...then harder...then reached a climax of a steady warm thumping on my helmet. It was a summer shower that would last the rest of my ride into work. Steady and strong but never threatening. I watched my speed, made sure I had about a 3 - second stopping distance between me and the cars ahead of me. I avoided the slick paint of lane changes and road stripes. In other words everything that a motorcyclist should do in the rain.
I stayed dry. I stayed warm but I never felt "hot." I started to hum "The man that sold the world" to myself. In other words I was enjoying myself. Once I got to work and took off my gear I was pleasantly surprised. I was dry. In fact, the only time I got we was heading from the bike to the door to the building.