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Actually, the heavier rains had let up by the time I headed out, and I only had a lot of ponded road surface to deal with; and maybe a fair rate of rain pelting me along 80 mph.
The point is: This fatty dun a very very fine job indeed.
This was for a fact the first 30 mile ride in a tropical depression feeder band on a two wheeler I have behind me. I must mention the many many hundreds of hours I have behind me, flying into hurricanes. And like the WC-130 I worked aboard, I had as much confidence in the Fat Bottom Girl having gone over to the darkside.

Good to hear, I haven't encountered the rain yet.