Oh yeah... that stings! This one time I was taking a trip up north about 4 hours from here. About 2.5 hours into the ride, the sky turned black and there was now a really strong crosswind. It started pouring, I mean buckets! With no bridge in sight, I just kept on riding. I found myself behind a gas tanker truck (18 wheeler) and could not pass him, because the conditions were so bad I couldn't see in front of him. So here I am not wanting to stop, stuck behind a big rig, getting buffeted all over the place, soaked to the bone... man, good time though. It rained the rest of the ride up there . When I got up north, I took off my clothes and my white shirt was not white anymore, nor was it ever going to be white again, because of my leather jacket. This was a very bad storm I went through, I mean really BAD! I seriously should have stopped and let some of the nasty stuff go over. Nobody expected me to be there at the time I had got there, they thought nobody in thier right mind would ride through that. My Grandma told me there was a tornado that touched down just a few miles of where I was riding at the time... scared the crap out of me when I heard that. I smile everytime I think about that ride, it was an adventure to say the least.
!M!