I ride to work every day, rain or shine.
Funny sort-of-related story:
Good friend of mine had a 1969 Firebird that he inherited from his dad who died when he was young. His mom kept it garaged until Mike turned 21 and then it was his. Mike spent many many hours and dollars restoring that car to its original condition, had the motor balanced, new paint everything. It was a piece of art when done. I helped him move from his house in Lake Oswego to a place on Sylvan and was driving his truck loaded with his crap as he drove his firebird. He was 4 cars in front of me as we pulled from 217 onto 26. Traffic was backed up and this asshole swerved around the line of stopped cars and cut off Mike, barely missing the front bumer and causing Mike to slam on hi brakes. Mike honked at him and the guy gave him the finger. Mike hops out of his firebird and walks up to this yahoos window. The guy trys to throw open the door of his car and Mike slams it closed, reaches inside and grabs the guy by the collar and punches him twice in the face before walking calmly back to his car. As I watched all this go down from 4 cars back several people got out of their cars and applauded.
It was beautiful.