Yesterday, I did the Tour de Ranch Metric Century. At the start, it looked like we would be able to get the ride done before the the really nasty stuff started. Well... didn't make it.
At mile 52, nasties arrived with great sound and fury. After one really srong gust, I looked around to see my ridemate on the ground. The wind blew him off the bike. We spent the next 20 minutes cowering in a ditch being pelted by heavy rain and hail, listening to the lightning crack all around. I said we must be the only two idiots still out. Nope, a few minutes later two guys went by. Never saw us, a few feet off the road.
This ride falls into the "sounded like a good idea at the time". Next time I'll take the Weather Channel to heart. Yes, we were idiots to start and stupid to continue.