Yesterday, 9/1/08, the anniversary of the start of WWII (9/1/39 - you remembered that, didn't you?), was also the 52d anniversary of my birth, which I celebrated with a 56.7 mile ride to and from the beach. Thanks to Hanna, the wind was blowing hard from the east, making for a slow, hot 20 miles out. The waves at the beach were huge, threatening to wash away any number of unsuspecting tourists. We're still dealing with flooding from T.S. Fay (I rode out SR 46 on Saturday, which has been closed for a week due to flooding on the St. Johns River, and the amount of water out there is mind-boggling), even though that storm has been gone for a week. Gustav even brought us some rain and wind last week, and today's look at the NHC website (that's the National Hurricane Center, a site every Floridian checks hourly in August and September) shows that Hanna will be right offshore in a few days.
I really hate hurricanes.