Since I was organized enough to wear clear sunglasses, the stinging rain lashing my face offered no hardship and my vision was sharp. Sharp enough to spot the huge lake that had developed on the side of the road. The strong headwind prevented me from steering quickly enough to avoid the tsunami wave that engulfed my whole body when a delivery truck swooshed into that body of water. Luckily, I was riding on the bike path that followed the road and didn't have to worry about veering into traffic.
When you're halfway home, it's a quandry deciding to continue on or to turn back and seek another form of transportation. My ankles were numb, I couldn't feel my hands and my legs had turned a pasty white colour. The thought of a hot shower followed by that glass of Okanagan red is what got me the rest of the way home and I was glad when I got there that no one was home to witness my blueish, naked body hurtling through the house heading for the shower. (After pouring a glass of red). So much for cycling in bad weather