I rode my commute again. The ride in was nice and dry. The ride home was nice but wet, my headlight throwing a pretty illuminated fountain in front of the bike. By the time I got home my shoes were dripping, my pants were dripping, my gloves were dripping, the bike was saturated, my rain jacket wore a solid skunk stripe. But the inside of my Dill Pickle handlebar bag was dry as a bone. It was a great ride.