Here in the Pacific Northwest we have known some damp
weather. In June I took a little tour down the cranberry coast.
It began to sprinkle before I'd gone half a mile. By the time I'd
gone 20, it became torrential deluge of biblical proportions. I
spent that night in my bivy under a big fir. The next
day was worse. On the third morning, after sending out a dove
to look for land, the rain finally stopped about noon.
My Tanaka, in spite of riding through 6" of water with rain
so fierce one could hardly see 50 yards, never so much as
spluttered. I was amazed. I don't really like that engine cuz
it's too loud, but it must think water is gasoline.