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I hate riding in the rain!
It pisses me off!
However, there's a certain 'piss-off'-level limit I can bear. Once the level goes beyond sanity, I snap, and don't give a F# anymore!
When I'm finally totally soaking wet, there's no reason to try to stay dry anymore.
Then I'll start laughing, and cursing at the same time, at the heavens for throwing all it's garbage on me!
My F-words will turn into 'singing in the rain' songs, and I'll happily splash in the deepest peddle I can find!
Heck, as long as there's not a single inch dry anymore, I don't even care if it's a 5ft deep peddle; I'll jump into it!
It's free-ing experience!
But if there's even one square inch dry on my shirt, you bet I'll protect it!
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