These past 17,000 miles I've gotten rained on, hailed on, snowed on. I've warmed myself in a gas station while it was 29 degrees out and I still had an hour to ride.
One time I had to wipe ice off my windshield to see through it.
I've ridden through rain so hard I had to slow down to 30 mph on a freeway just so I didn't override my visibility.
I've sat in a gas station in Arizona getting dry while the sky threw a tantrum of rain and lightning down on the only way in to Flagstaff.
I've ridden over the usually beautiful and scenic California Highway 1 while the fog was so thick I could only see about a mile in any direction.
The worst disaster that a biker can ride in, is traffic in the L.A. metro area. Take my word on it.
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