Bike riding in Florida has its challenges. One is the storms that can come out of nowhere. While riding by the airport I was able to see clearly that the path home was to head father south from my position. For 20 minutes I stayed behind trees and lost sight of the storm when I came out into a clearing I saw that I was still north with no way to get below it. I called home to a family laughing at me?? I hung up and pedaled with everything I had. As I was going through the neighborhood a neighbor running his trash can up from the curb yelled that I was not going to stay dry. Within seconds the drops started , they were big and cold but home was less than a minute away. Then Chance came out of the house to come find me in the van. I can't wait until he needs me to bail him out!