Rode my not-particularly stable road bike to work in the Seattle dark and rain last week, across the several miles of I-90 bridge. Not a problem.

"Do you want me to pick you up," texted the wife? "There's a wind advisory."
"No, it looks fine. I'm good," I responded.
"Seriously, do you want me to pick you up? Wind gusts up to 40 mph."
"Still looks good,. Just went outside. Wind advisory says it's dying down."
"Just let me pick you up."
"No, no. I'm fine."

3-miles of city streets to the bridge--cake.
100 yards onto the bridge, southbound gust slams my shoulder into the guard rail.

"Um, honey... Can you come pick me up?"

Lesson learned: wives are always right.
Secondary lesson--Thru-axles are amazing when you need to take off a wheel in a rainstorm (without losing parts).