… a motorcycle ride in the rain is a great feeling.
I was with Dad the first time I rode in the rain. We’d been around Nevada, MO visiting Uncle Dan and the rain started pelting us as we were going 75 MPH north on 71. This was before I cared to wear much gear and I can still feel the rain drops hitting my skin like little needles. Once my skin was accustomed to being bombarded, the cooling effect of the rain soaked T-shirt was welcome on a warm day. But, that day was just warm, not hot. The refreshing coolness ceded to bitter cold bringing goosebumps and clenched jaws and shivers. We pulled off the highway to the nearest fast food place and ate some fries while we watched the rain pass.