This is the rainy season in Costa Rica. It comes down so hard - the streets are quickly flooded and the pavement seems to move beneath the water. Storm gutters soon fill and the flow is not to be resisted. My leathers and boots are well waxed. Even so, I keep a slicker and rain pants in my saddle bag. If possible I stop under an overpass and wait-it-out, usually less than an hour. Then another thirty minutes for the streets to drain off. Once back home, the clothes go in the dryer and a cocktail is enjoyed under the protection of the patio roof.