A few years ago I got caught out in the boonies with a ferocious cold front moving through. The gusts were up to 45 MPH. It was so unnerving I walked my bike DOWN hills and tried to make the time up when I went uphill.
Fortunately I made it to my car before the rains came. That would have been rubbing salt in the wound.
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Momento mori, amor fati.