When it rains hard, there's one particular place in the mall parking lot road I ride through where a huge puddle forms. Maybe 4-5 inches deep in the middle, probably 20' in diameter. I've begun calling it "Preposterous Puddle", after an episode of Mouse and Mole, a British cartoon that my children (and their parents) like. Whenever it's there, I like to say "`ello, Preposterous" in a British accent and lift my feet up while riding through it at full speed.