Yea, Imma Hardman. Yo. Uh, bee-yotch.

When it rains, while you wusses head indoors, I unrack Juliet, don my wide-brim, load up the guards and go mudding.

Because, Rule #5.

And 
Rule #9 // If you are out riding in bad weather, it means you are a badass. Period. Fair-weather riding is a luxury reserved for Sunday afternoons and wide boulevards. Those who ride in foul weather – be it cold, wet, or inordinately hot – are members of a special club of riders who, on the morning of a big ride, pull back the curtain to check the weather and, upon seeing rain falling from the skies, allow a wry smile to spread across their face. This is a rider who loves the work.