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Before I left work, GWG was telling me that it was snowing outside. I took a look at the weather report and it said that the weather was partially cloudy, and nothing about rain, much less snow. I scoffed at him and told him that it was indeed snowing: somewhere up north.
As I stepped out of the building, I was amazed to see that it was raining. Hard. I am used to riding in the rain, but I never liked it. What was different with today was that it was also really cold, with the thermometer hovering around the low single digits. When I got onto the highway, I felt the rain striking me on my jeans and helmet. Fortunately, my gear was water proof. Unfortunately, I did not have anything on my legs except for my jeans.
Every now and then, I would get struck by something that felt like a pebble. With the temperature, wind, and rain, it was quite possible: ice. Still, it was much too warm for ice to form on the ground, which was what would have worried me the most, considering how much water was on the roads. But as I approached the large bridge that spanned the valley, I recalled seeing signs from previous years on previous roads: Bridge Ices.
That thought was racing through my mind when I was suddenly hit by a large gust of wind. It was more surprising than dangerous as I was on the middle of the bridge and there was a large crosswind blowing across the highway.
Soon after I got off the highway the rain stopped, and it got a lot easier to navigate. My pants still got soaked though.
