Storms find me, seeking me out like Sidewinder missiles, tracking me down whether I’m out for a day ride or on a multi-day road trip. There’s a cosmic determination to soak me at least once while I’m out two-wheeling, it seems, especially in the summer months. Here’s a few of my "wet tales", in no particular order other than how they come to mind.
By the end, leave one or two of yours in the comments below! Let’s commiserate together.
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