I'm one. I grew up here- living, running, riding and driving in the rain. Then, I left for awhile after college to a far off land. Something happened when I was out, a bunch of people moved to Oregon who don't know what the fuck to do when it rains. Ironic isn't it?
It was very, very wet earlier this week and while I was out for just a couple hours for meetings and errands, I was nearly hit SIX times cars- and once by a cyclist. I wasn't wearing rain-drop camo, or hiding behind my finger, in fact I had on a white helmet, white jacket and even turned on my lights in broad "daylight". But still, you'd have thought that I was "looking for a beating" as one nice guy (with a Yakima rack atop his car mind you) let me know. I guess he wasn't happy when I caught up with him at the light. I suppose I surprised him when I simply asked "what can I do better next time so an idiot like you doesn't hit me?" I thought it was a fair question.
There used to be a sign at the airport in the town where I grew up that read: WELCOME TO OREGON, ENJOY YOUR VISIT- NOW GO HOME.
You don't need to leave, but pleas learn to live, drive and let others survive in the rain, please.
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