Probably the scariest ride I've ever had on a motorcycle today commuting from Anchorage back to Wasilla. I saw rain was in the forecast and actually rode because I wanted to see how the new scoot and the Scout tires would do, considering they are reported to be very bad in wet conditions. Very little rain, but that wind was brutal. Wasn't too bad in town, but once I hit Arctic Valley it was a hold on a pray for dear God proposition. I never left my lane, but I was on the ragged edge several times. I had my bike leaned over as far as I thought it would go and still couldn't keep it under control. I'm pretty sure the cages around me were very worried I would swerve into them, and rightfully so. My first thought was to stay in the middle lane and use the traffic as wind blocks, but that wasn't effective and cut down my reactionary space. I moved to the right lane doing 45-50 mph and was still leaving stains in my drawers. I pulled off at the weigh station scales and considered my options. My other half would be coming by an hour later and I seriously considered waiting and catching a ride with her; however, I decided to continue on. I got off at South Eagle River to get some gas. When I stopped at the pump, I didn't consider the wind was at my back and the bike almost got blown off the jiffy stand. Luckily, I was standing within inches of the bike and felt it start to rock forward. I caught it and leaned against the saddle bag while I fueled up. I rode the Old Glenn in order to stay away from heavy traffic, but that ran out at the North Peters Creek exit and I had to get back on the Glenn. In that area the wind gusts weren't too bad, but I was worried about the Eklutna Flats area and the Palmer Hay Flats. Eklutna wasn't bad, but as I rounded the bend I could see the gusts along the Knik were just flat unbelievable. I got off at the Palmer Alternate and rode towards Butte, taking the long way home. Even at slower speeds the wind still almost pushed me into the ditch twice. One time I rode through a natural funnel where the wind was straight at me and it had picked up a bunch of sand and rocks. The face shield of my helmet shows the wear it was that bad. Crossing the Knik River bridge in Butte I just dropped down to first gear and put my flashers on. I still got blown almost into oncoming traffic once. The worst part of the ride was crossing the Matanuska River bridge. I wasn't prepared for it and came at it too fast. I was on the right side of the lane thinking I would get right to left wind again, but there was a swirl and I got pushed to the right. I went out of the lane of travel and hit a patch of piled up silty sand. My incorrect natural reaction was to grab a handful of brakes to avoid plowing into the big concrete divider on the side of bridge, but luckily as soon as I did it I realized my error. I rode out the slide, just narrowly missing a collision with a fixed object. The rest of my ride home was still horribly windy, but it seemed like nothing by then. When I got home I saw the marks in the face shield of my helmet. I noticed my whole body was stiff from the white knuckle ride; speaking of which, my hands were cold from gripping the bars so hard that I had forced the blood out of them. I also noticed two wear marks in the paint on the sides of the tank where I had been gripping it so hard with my knees. So, the moral of the story: Wind f'ing sucks balls.