"Ken C. M." <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:Quoted message said:Quoted message said:I really don't ride in thunderstorms. Just when it's a commute to or from
work. And here in south Florida we have thunderstorms just about every
afternoon.
Florida thunderstorms are pretty scary. I've been caught in them, and it
definitely picks up one's cadence. Lightning strikes are not good.
THEY are scary. Especially when you see the flash directly ahead and hear
the thunder at the same time. Because at that point you KNOW that you are
VERY close to the center of the storm. Lightning may not kill you, but it
would a BAD day for you.
Just to be clear, I wasn't riding _in_ thunderstorms, just during a time
when the skies were threatening and the Weather Channel was warning. My
point was that if you decided to not ride every time the weather forecast
said 'rain' you would miss out on a _lot_ of riding.
Having said that my luck ran out Wednesday night [Aug 2]. It had rained and
rumbled throughout the day. By ~21:00 it had stopped raining and the temp
was a more reasonable low 20's C. I figured the worst was over.
I start out heading north an almost immediately feel a few drops. No
biggie. I haven't melted before. Then I see a few flashes of lightening -
the diffuse 'sky brightener' type, not clearly defined bolts. Using that old
children's chestnut I listen for the thunder to get an idea of how far away
it is. The sound delay wasn't immediate but it wasn't that distant. I push
on.
Being on the high ground south of the river heading north gives me a good
view of the sky. the rain picks up and I see clearly defined bolts hitting
to the north. I am becoming _very_ interested in the sound delay. Still not
immediate but not that distant either.
By the time I reach the river the sky has opened up. It is positively
torrential. In some places the runoff to the storm sewers is deeper than the
rims of my mtb knobbies. I am of course completely drenched.
I decide to head to the center of town, St. Georges Square since there are
lots of covered walkways and such to shelter in. In addition to the
downpour, the thunder, the lightening a buffeting wind picks up. Tornado
wind I think.
I wait for a spell to see if it slackens off. Not really. Eventually I head
home figuring I can't get _wetter_ .
The next day the news reports that the storm did some hefty damage further
north in cottage country, down trees and power lines and such.
A short but eventful ride.