I think back and I remember the days on the Harley, riding down the highway with my audacious attitude. It was all good until I ran into a sudden rainstorm and then I was no longer the audacious one. I found that the raindrops hurt when they hit you at 60+ MPH.
Being intrepid no longer, I was looking for a store, an overpass, or some kind of cover to keep the raindrops from falling on my head. My attitude weakened to flubbed for a short while there.
I remember the days on the Harley in the rain.