Last night I took the ZZR out for a quick ride to Ashley's house. Yay. All good. Spent some time there and then had to leave. It's raining. Bother. It was then that I learned the whole point of riding in the rain on a motorcycle is to make the rider look like he has wet his pants. All the water that hit my chest ran straight down my jacket and into my crotch. I could feel it pooling there. A sensation like no other I can assure you.
Made it home in one piece which was good. But I can see why riding in the rain is not considered a good motoring experience.