Sitting here in California, watching Hurricane Sandy hitting New York and New Jersey tonight, is reminding me of the absolute most fear I've ever felt while riding. And that was commuting home from work on my 1150GS, eastbound across the Oakland Bay Bridge, leaving San Francisco at night, in a fiercely gusting Pacific storm, heavy rain whipping horizontally across my handlebars, not able to hold the lane, briefly looking over the edge into the darkness and thinking holy fucking cow is this bridge ever going to end??? And trying to draft a bus who's driver was completely clueless that I desperately needed help and the only help I did get was because of a basically abandoned bridge because the weather was so bad, which meant I could uncontrollably swerve into the next lane with relative safety. Found myself in that situation three times. Man, I was scared on each of those three rides and every time, ever so thankful to see the Oakland side. No more of that for me.