Dodging About a Million Bullets
The little white dots in the picture are hailstones, illuminated by the flash, falling onto my front yard. The water in the street is about 6 or 8 inches deep, and running like a river.
Thankfully, I had been home for a couple of hours before this storm got here. I rode home under partly cloudy skies, with a gentle breezy tailwind and temps in the mid-seventies.
Well, I can only hope that it stops raining before 6:00, tomorrow morning, when I leave for work.