Rode out 117. The skies opened up and I couldn't find a bridge quick enough. Ducked under an overhang, but was already so wet that the rest of the route had to be altered. Only one real asshole on the road, you know, the guy rolling through the stop sign as he's looking at you in front of his car? That guy. You've probably seen him before. He's in a hurry and he's real important.