We hadn't been on the road long before it began to rain. Before long, Tommy called to let me know that his feet were getting wet. He hadn't yet had the Starliner out in the weather, and hence was not aware that somewhere his cowl was something less than watertight. For my part, the Stewed was tight as a drum. I was warm and dry and the Stewed's long renowned aerodynamics didn't even require use of the wipers, with RainX sufficing till it really started to come down. Tommy's feet got wetter.