I think I was twelve when I realized how much I like to ride a bike in the rain. Until then, it was something I had avoided, thinking I wouldn't enjoy it, at all. Of course, I had occasionally gotten caught by a thunderstorm, while I was out pedaling around, but I always bee-lined it to cover, and tried to stay dry.
On particular rainy April day, in my twelfth year, I really needed to get out of the house. Things were not going to suit me, and I just wanted some time alone. So, I put on my cowboy hat, and a plastic rain coat, and got on Big Red. I figured I'd ride to someplace dry, and just hang out.
But, as I rode down the street, I realized that the air felt great. It was fresh, and damp, and full of Springtime, if you know what I mean. So, I pedaled around the neighborhood, aimlessly, listening to the swish of the tires on the wet pavement, and watching my upside-down reflection ride along under me.
I avoided the hilly streets, and didn't try to make any speed. As long as I was just cruising, the brim of my hat kept the water off of my glasses, and I was happy.
It became a habit of mine to go out and ride, whenever it rained all day (which was common, in the South). And, I guess I became a bit infamous for it. I actually had a sustitute teacher ask me if I was "the kid with the hat, riding in the rain".
I still am.