Houston to Seguin is a straight shot on I-10. But traveling on the interstate on a motorcycle is like being everywhere and nowhere at the same time. So I shot south on 59, turned up 111 in Edna, and made my way to Gonzales through Yoakum. It has absolutely poured down rain on me twice. That's what happens when there's a 10 to 20% chance of rain in Texas. I don't believe in weather forecasters the way atheists don't believe in God. And while I do believe in God, I just can't bring myself to trust weather forecasts. The good news is that I am mostly dry. Guess who did not leave his rainsuit at home? This guy. Time to get back on the road.