It POURED for about 20 minutes on my way home. There was a wreck on the overpass adjacent to the feeder shoulder I was taking below. Heard swooshes and sliding, then see these big orange cones flying off the left side of the bridge. An f-250 or similar big diesel hit the guard rail, driver get's out immediately. I dismounted and climbed up to see if I could help, but luckily there was a cop already there. Must have been in traffic, but he told me just to go on.

I was instantly checking my tail every 20 seconds. It's really never occurred to me how a hydroplaning vehicle could just flatten me in an instant. Sobering. There's a lot more to worry about then just getting wet.

I love riding in the rain though.