Riders on the Storm? Strom?

They say it is never as bad as it seems. Sometimes it's worse. Leaving work today, I was under the leading edge of a nasty looking thunderstorm. I decided I had three options. I could wait it out at work, put on my rain gear and ride slimy, or get on and roll, and try to outrun the sucker. Which do you think Farmee did. Yeah, within two blocks I found myself soaked, getting sandblasted by weeks of dry clay dust, and leaning into a 70-plus mpg gust front that was literally blowing me across lanes. Of course the closest hidey-hole was the truck stop at the most crowded intersection on the east side of OKC. As I headed south toward it, I was passed by a few pretty large tree branches. I made it right before lighning (or wind) took out power and right after the hail started pelting me. At the truck stop, I was treated to a nice hooker who really just wanted a cigarette. But it blew by as fast as it blew in, and the ride home was a fun woody obstacle course. I only got a couple of pics taken, and they don't even show the good stuff, but here they are: