Now I have been relatively lucky since my car was killed last month. I have managed to ride mostly in between the squalls and haven't been too beleagured by the wet two wheel commute... till this last few days when my boss decided it was time for me to "float" for the district technology department, and that meant I had to ride the 35 miles to a high school way down off Hwy 92... with all those same right lane passing maniacs, who think that the more hazerdous the conditions, the more reckless and stupid they have to drive. I mean I do not mind getting my ass thoroughly drenched, despite my fabulous dry riding gear, but then to fend off all of the SF to SJ "DLA"'s ( driving like assholes ) as well, it is just too much a to ask. I have been timing my departures around the radar images on the web, so that I can generally time it so I miss the most violent of intense downpours, but there is no way to tell when the biggest of assholes will be sharing the same road with me. Like the butthead today who pulled into the "split lane" and refused to give way, until I faked him out and went around the other side of him. By the way he was driving a black camaro, so if you see him up ahead, just assume he will not move over. butthead. Ok, time to dry out, and get ready for tomorrow's adventures in bay area commuting. Jim S VTR1000 ( weekend warrior) R1100RS (water boar) YZF R1 ( fair weather princess)