The Ride Home, My Worst Day of the Year Ride

Forty degrees and raining hard enough for Portland drivers to set their windshield wipers on low, instead of intermittent. Rode a few miles from the office to Northwest Portland. I picked up the bus at the base of the hills, watched the snow flurries while approaching the highest point. Got off and flew down the hill towards home. Raindrops hitting my face so hard, I thought it was sleet. Pulled into the garage soaking wet--on the outside.