The best revenge is a happy life. This applies to exes, road raging cagers, bosses, rivals, and everyone else who inflicts petty wrongs on us daily. When I'm riding, I'm happy. I focus on the ride, and they can't touch that by cutting me off, passing me aggressively, or tailgating me. Yesterday, I went for a LOOOONG ride. Too long. My reach nearly exceeded my grasp. I dressed for warmer weather. I nearly wore a mesh jacket. I rode down 1, across Nacimiento, attempted Milpitas (closed due to unremediated mudslide damage), diverted to Carmel Valley Road. I was getting tired, and it was darkening. I was getting tired and pushing too hard on CVR, so I stopped for dinner in Carmel Valley. Messaged my check-in buddy with a sitrep, and he asked if I got caught in the rain. "Is it raining somewhere???" I asked. Yeah, it was raining, and the rain was coming to me soon. I ate my dinner, stoked the furnace with a hot chocolate, and walked out into a drizzle. After a few miles of crappy visibility, I stopped at an underpass to reapply the Frog Spit, so my only problem was the rain. While riding the pass, I was going slowly, and kept getting tailgated. I could have gotten wound up, and rode even worse. I just found turnouts (when I could see them) and let them pass me. Got home. Went to bed. Slept like a dog (twitching legs and occasionally growling ) Going to clean the visor later today, reapply all the coatings and hope that helps next time. Also going to put a microfiber cloth on a tether in the tank bag.