Of course, I rode with a pal over grossglockner to Villach in Austria in what can only be described as biblical rain and it was probably one of the best rides of my life.
No traffic, flowing fast roads once off the mountain and a dose of adrenaline.
We arrived at our campsite absolutely drenched, in fact so drenched the very nice woman gave us a caravan to spend the night in, she said we’d never get dry otherwise.