Richard Heathfield:

But when it's hammering down with rain and the traffic thunders past
you at 60 mph and your chain has wrapped itself around the spokes of
your rear wheel and you were already running late, one does not have
to venture too far into the realms of fantasy to hypothesise that
the integrity of your latex gloves might just be the last thing on
your mind.

Of course a real man would eschew the gloves altogether and wash his
hands in a puddle.

--
John