I checked the local weather radar as I usually do and saw there was a tiny isolated storm sitting above the town I was riding to but hoped it would move on before I got there. There was an easterly blowing 25-35km/h so I’d have a headwind for the ride there and enjoy a tail wind for the return. Because the storm was isolated I decided to go with my usual summer kit.
The wind hit me as soon as I walked out my front gate but I expected this, it was going to be a hard slog to Junee. I got onto Brynes rd and caught my first glimpse of the storm, it was purple grey and the rain was clearly visible even at this distance, I figured I’d get a little wet and thought nothing of it. The storm was visible for the entire approach into Junee, as I got closer I saw one lightning strike, then another, then a triple headed strike.
I thought about turning back more than once, I knew I could take a side road and still get a decent ride in but in the end I told myself to suck it up and ride into town. Trees were few and far between and all I could think about as I rode my steel steed was getting stuck by lightning. I imagined the bolt coming in through the back of my skull and spitting it out onto my stem.
I entered the storm 5km out of Junee and was hit by a wall of water, one minute I was dry the next I was drenched. The wind had died down but I was descended into town and it felt like the temperature had dropped ten degrees. In town I dropped into the bakery and got a cheese and bacon pie and a can of coke, calories to fuel the return trip.
The storm had died down by the time I left, there was no more lightning but plenty of rain. I left the storm at the exact same point as I had entered it, being engulfed by sunlight and heat. I enjoyed the tail wind for the remainder of the ride and made it home in a decent time.
The storm made for one of my more memorable rides and I’m glad I didn’t turn back. All up I rode 84.5km which I was pretty pleased with, sometime in the next fortnight I’m going to do 100km.