When you wake up at 9am on a saturday morning and the entirety of New England is covered in clouds and rain, what do you do? Well, if you're me, you frantically run around the house, pack a sleeping bag and head out for a short ride... short ride to upper f**king Maine! That should establish my lack of clear thinking already. Keep it in mind as we proceed. I set off and headed north into vt/nh as I didn't want to drone on the freeway in the rain. So far so good, no traffic, good backroads, not too slick or cold. But as I approached the traffic black hole that is the greater Nashua/Manchester corridor, things started to look like this: What did I do? Keep on riding with my winter gloves and just the inner goretex liner of my Rallye2.