About a month ago I was coming home from what turned out to be a 35 miler. My longest at this point. I didn't realize I would be riding straight into a supercell thunderstorm. Had a few honkers, don't know why as at this point I was on a 4 laner 35 mph speed limit, and I had my blinky going. My helmet protected my head from the hail. Despite the driving wind against my every pedal I seemed to feel like I was flying anyway, and riding through puddles brought back a childhood glee that lasted until about the last 2 miles, which includes a brutal hill at the end. Got through it though. I think knowing that I was riding into what was a city size red blob on the radar map drove me to pump harder and not care about saving anything for the end. Oh yeah the storm finally let up on my last mile too. Go figure. Super exciting.