There was a threat of rain on Thursday, but not much more than that. I had my Surly Ogre disassembled so I jumped on the the Salsa Mukluk I affectionately call "the Panzer" and plodded off to work. When I arrived, I checked my phone and somebody was interested in buying a pair of road shoes I had posted for sale. I agreed to meet him at the government bridge at 4:45 p.m. to make the transaction. My wife was going to be in the area so she dropped off the shoes that morning.
It rained a good portion of the afternoon but then it cleared up nicely. I got to the meeting point a little early, the afternoon turned out beautiful and I sat at the end of the island enjoying the warm breeze. Then I noticed some ugly dark clouds moving in fast. It was not long before the beautiful sky had gone dark and the warm breeze became a cold wind blowing the branches of a tree horizontal.
He asked if I was really going to ride in this weather. I told him yes, besides, I had the Panzer I can go anywhere with that. Within seconds of leaving the shelter I could feel the rush of cold water running down my back. The lightning was striking and thunder was near simultaneous. I was second guessing my judgment and was uncomfortable on the government bridge, a mass of steel with a mesh surface so you can see Old Man River rushing angrily beneath. I was pedaling the Mukluk with it's 3.8 inch wide tires as fast as I could in a severe crosswind. As I turned into downtown Davenport, I thought it was hailing, only to discover the 50-60 mph gusts were not only stopping me in my tracks but pelting me with rain. I passed a parking garage and thought about stopping.
I was soaked and I knew I would be cold if I stopped. Who knew how long it would last, so I kept on cranking into the wind. Then I turned North and started up a steep hill. As I crested it the rain slowed and the wind stopped. Just as quickly as it started it ended. When I approached Van Deveer Park, I realized the destruction that this storm had.
There were branches and limbs everywhere. As I continued down Main St, I quickly found huge limbs across the road.
Passage of Lines!
As I passed through a maze of limbs and branches it occurred to me, had the guy not been ten minutes late, I probably would have been in this area when limbs were falling. Furthermore, I was grateful that I pulled the Ogre apart which forced me to ride the Panzer.
The Panzer was a perfect choice for the commute. I was also glad I had my light weight Porcelain Rocket gear as I carried and rode my the fat bike over downed branches!!
After I snapped some photos, I noticed House Hold 6 had sent a text "where are you?" I found it odd that it didn't say "do you need a ride?" I brought this up when I got home and she said "I figured you made it through 16 month in Iraq, you would figure something out!"
She is as tough and unforgiving as the weather was!