So me and a buddy have been planning for a week or so to go riding down south yesterday. When we left Marion @ 10 it was barley raining, got on 270 and again hardly raining, got on 33 and it was actually dry. Well it was dry for bout 10 minutes and then it really started coming down. We road in the rain for what seemed like forever until we pulled into the rest stop to dry off and wait for it to stop. So a good 45 minutes go buy and we decide that the sun was shining long enough so we mount back up only this time he is leading the way. Well bout 10 minutes later I pop over the hill only to find a set or r6 brake lights shining in my face. Oh SHIT I hit the brakes so I don't hit him only my rear tire doesn't like that idea on the still damp pavement. Now I'm sliding on my side still holding onto the bike and I'm thinking o just fucking great I'm sliding. Get up take my gear off and check myself out(only road rash) couldn't pull the bike out the ditch so I had to call the statey. Long story short this is the worst vacation ever!