07-02-2015, 06:45 PM
Blimey, Ferret, that's a hard call. I can think of a number and they all involve rain or cold or both.
The most recent was with Pterodactyl and Jalalski on the way to Philip Island last year. I wrote about it [url=http://cb1100forum.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=4453&pid=66988#pid66988]here, but I didn't detail how relentless the rain was and how completely and utterly soaked I was by the end of the afternoon. I remember we stopped for a pie and a cup of tea at Braidwood and I realised my boots were full or water. I also knew we had a way to go and the only thing to be done was to go out there again in the pouring rain and get on with it.
Before that I remember riding home 50 kms or so through a Queensland summer downpour. Flynrider's excellent description of his ride in the rain sums up very well what it was like.
Mercifully, on neither of those occasions was it really cold.
The most recent was with Pterodactyl and Jalalski on the way to Philip Island last year. I wrote about it [url=http://cb1100forum.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=4453&pid=66988#pid66988]here, but I didn't detail how relentless the rain was and how completely and utterly soaked I was by the end of the afternoon. I remember we stopped for a pie and a cup of tea at Braidwood and I realised my boots were full or water. I also knew we had a way to go and the only thing to be done was to go out there again in the pouring rain and get on with it.
Before that I remember riding home 50 kms or so through a Queensland summer downpour. Flynrider's excellent description of his ride in the rain sums up very well what it was like.
(07-02-2015, 02:32 PM)Flynrider_imp Wrote: Funny you should mention this. Just last week I was riding over Wolf Creek Pass in CO. The skies were getting dark, so I pulled over at the summit and donned my rain gear. Not a mile later I started getting pelted with marble sized hail. Since the road wound down the mountain in numerous switchbacks, I basically stayed right under the hail storm for about nine miles. I was only moving about 40 mph, but without a windshield, it was like getting perpetually shot with paintballs for 10 min. The racket in my helmet only made the experience more miserable.
Prior to that my worst weather ride was in a tropical downpour enroute to Guaymas, Mexico. I was following my family who were up ahead in a Suburban. The rain was hitting the road so hard you couldn't actually see the road anymore. I could just see the top of the Suburban, so I just kept following it. It seemed like there was more water than air in the atmosphere around me. My sister looking out the back window of the Suburban said all she could see was the top of my helmet. It lasted about a half hour. and even though I was wearing excellent rain gear, I was totally soaked as were all my clothes in supposedly waterproof bags. It was like I'd ridden into a pool.
Mercifully, on neither of those occasions was it really cold.