Years ago, my only transportation was my trusty KZ550 that I bought in college with money I'd borrowed from grandma. One morning, it was raining as hard as I'd ever seen it in southern California, so I got into my rain gear and rode to work. I parked, kept my helmet on until I got into the building, walked into the lab and took off the rainsuit, booties, gloves etc., hanging everything in various places to drip dry.
Just a couple of minutes later, one of the other guys came into the lab. He'd driven to work, and walked in from the parking lot wearing his jacket and holding an umbrella. The wind was blowing hard so the umbrella didn't even keep his hair dry, his jacket had mostly kept his upper body dry but the rain had completely soaked his pants and his shoes had been underwater several times wading in from the parking lot, so they were utterly saturated. He looked at me, sitting there bone dry, and asked how long it had taken me to dry out. I said I'd just gotten there, but I never got wet because I'd ridden my bike to work.
