Yesterday's ride home was in one of the worst storms I can remember riding. I tried to time it based on the radar but totally miscalculated and ended up in the worst of it. At one point the rain was sideways coming at me - literally stopped me cold a couple times. The roads started to flood and fortunately the MUP is an old rail line so a little higher than the streets. There were downed trees all over the place. I should have stopped but I hate stopping - kept thinking "it's gonna get better, it's gonna get better." I generally don't mind rain but that was just plain scary.

In contrast this morning was beautiful, sunny, warm, like nothing happened.