So I'm cruising along with traffic in the left lane when a car starts moving over from the right lane, sees me, and returns to his lane. I see why too late. There's a monster puddle he was trying to miss and instead of cutting me off he decides to plow through it. He hit his brakes and I did too a moment later but the split second difference brought me right into the puddle-kill-zone. My speed basically matched the cars at this point so I got the full Niagra Falls treatment for the length of the puddle. This was no splash. It was torrential bucketsfull drenching from head to toe of nasty warm street water.
There was a place to stop 15-20 yards up so I pulled over and smiled back at all the cars rolling by laughing their asses off. Then back home to change quickly and head back the same way to the title place where I was headed to title my new to me gts250.