My first group ride was a weekend in the VA mountains camping, with older guys, more experienced than me. It was the summer of 83, when I had my new KZ750. We get about an hour into the 4 hour ride and it starts raining. So we all pull over under a highway overpass to put on our rain gear, but I'm like..., Rain gear? What's that?
Fortunately back then I rode with a full-face helmet, but I didn't even have gloves! I had to ride with my fingers held upwards, to keep the rain from stinging them! Finally after about an hour-and-a-half it let up, and we stopped to eat. I remember being soaked, and shivering, even though it was summer, because of the A/C being on in the restaurant!
I was SO happy to change into some dry clothes!