Last Saturday I went riding on my bike. I decided I'd go a little further than just around the block.
It had been cloudy all day, with rain predicted, but what the heck....the only rain we'd been having was a spit here, a drop there. I'd go riding...it would be fine.
And it was.
I went around the block, crossed over Glen Osmond road, then turned into the walking/biking trail inside the Glenside facility. Followed it all the way to the end, crossed Greenhill Road and continued along enjoying the cool air....
After half an hour, I decided I should turn for home.
Two minutes later a few spits of rain came down, then there was a rumble of thunder, and suddenly the heavens opened.
There I was, out in the open, half an hour's ride from home, getting rather wet. A lot wet.
Soaked. Saturated. Drenched.
I had to take my glasses off to see where I was going.
To be safe I walked the bike across intersections, which had become completely flooded in the first few minutes! Water up to my ankles! Really!
Would I lie to you?
My sneakers are still drying out.
It wasn't cold at all, well, I didn't feel cold, just so very wet.
It didn't seem like such a big storm either, in spite of the amount of rain and every single intersection being flooded so badly the water was meeting in the middle of main roads and the gutters had gushing torrents which would have swept away a small boat.
I made it home safely, had a hot shower, then dried off the bike.
And wouldn't you know it! The rain stopped.
Hah! I knew it was going to be just a shower....
Sunday morning I bought the newspaper and learned that it had in fact been quite a severe storm, with flash flooding in a lot of suburbs.
All I can say to that is...all's well that ends well.
I handled the bike fairly well, didn't fall off or crash into anything, made it home safely.
Through a storm!
And a bit of lightning too.
Maybe I should be a little more careful in the future......
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