Before it starts to rain im thinking to myself, shit it's about to piss. Then you keep rolling and it hits you, at first a few drops, then the mother load. You start taking those turns a little more up right and wait to see what part of your body is going to feel your clothing soak through and stick to you. And then you look down and see a massive puddle of rain water collecting in your crotch, right where your jacket bunches up and touches your tank. On this ride, i remember my boots soaked right through and by balls floating in a cold broth of Nelson rain water. But that happy rain bubble face shield, turned all the days on that trip into fun in the sun. T.L.
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