Wet Wet Wet

No, I'm not going to burst into "Love is all around", it's just what happened to me early this evening. It went something like this.
"Could you go and pick something up for me, you could go on your bike?"
Looking out of the window "Yes, it looks dry, I'll take the bike"
Downstairs, put the address into my bike sat nav, rolled the bike out and noticed a few tiny spots of wet on my visor. I thought "It won't come to much".
Off I went, and it didn't come to much, on the outward journey of about 5 miles.
However, on the way back it started pretty much as I set off for home and it steadily got more and more heavy. With about 1.5 miles to go it got pretty torrential.
On the top I had my helmet, neck warmer, Harley leather jacket (see extra), but that was where the dryness stopped.
When I arrived home the garage door magically opened. "Automatic garage door" I thought, then I spotted Marlane holding the door up so I could back straight in. I knew she'd come in handy one day, only took 49.5 years!
I was, from just above my unmentionables downwards totally drenched and soaked through to the skin. 5 miles there and 5 miles back, didn't warrant the hassle of putting my bike trousers on, maybe I'll remember this evening next time, or at least check the weather forecast on my phone!
After closing the garage door Eric entered the garage from the utility. I said, "Feel my trousers Eric", which he did and then asked me "Is that your wee Grandad" HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 
With my swollen prostate it's not unusual but not to that extent!