I decided I was going to ride my bicycle to the bank today, to deposit this month’s check for writing articles for TechRepublic. I rolled my bike out to the car, and brought my air compressor with me. I plugged the compressor into the cigarette lighter in the car, and filled the tires on my bike up to 120psi. See, I have one of those really expensive bikes with high-pressure road tires, and they don’t stay at full pressure very long.
While I was filling the tires, it started sprinkling on me. I looked up, and noticed that there were some big, dark clouds moving in. I brought the bike back inside and decided to drive to the bank.
Halfway there, I realized I had forgotten the check, so I came back home to get it. Then, I turned around and headed back toward the bank. This time, when I was halfway there, I noticed something else: there was a gigantic, scary, black cloud formation to the north that had sunlight coming through a space in the middle of it. Then, I noticed that on the far side of the hole, the clouds were moving westward, and on the near side of the hole, they were moving eastward. In other words, this gigantic, scary, black cloud formation with a hole in the middle was rotating.
I pulled into the bank parking lot, and went inside. One of the people there came out of the back office and told everyone that anybody in the bank that didn’t have a car to drive home should stay put for a while, because the weather was getting worse and would be very bad. I found out they didn’t have any dollar coins today (dammit), so I just deposited the check and got a little cash in twenty-dollar bills instead.
By the time I got into the car again, water was coming down hard and at about a 45 degree angle. I drove home through that, the windshield wipers on at maximum speed. Just as I turned into the parking lot at my apartment complex. “Damn,” I thought, “I hope this lets up soon.”
Well, it didn’t. I spent about twenty minutes sitting in my car in the parking lot, watching and hearing hailstones the size of marbles falling on my car. When it let up to the point that the hailstones were the size of a BB at most, I decided to make a break for it. Luckily, it didn’t worsen again before I got under cover.
In general, I don’t really have a problem with a little rain. This, however, wasn’t my favorite weather ever. It was a little like being back in Florida.