In 2002 I was in a bar in Sturgis, it started raining buckets, ran every body off the streets, rain slowed down in about 15 minutes. We went outside, the guy parked next to me had his fatboy stolen while we were inside. I did not know him. Met him for the first time on the side walk looking for his bike. If you think about it, during a heavy rain, every one clears the street makes a perfect time for the theives.