Originally posted by BA80
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When we finally stopped, I took off my riding jacket and had red marks all over my arms from riding through the hail!
Those winds were gusting so bad I wasn't sure we were gonna be able to stay on the road! That was riding at a serious lean angle while going in a straight line!
I kept thinking we'd come to an overpass we could get under... but no!
We were in Kansas, home of the flatest place on Earth.
Just kept our heads ducked and our legs tucked and plowed through... for like, 40 miles of that wicked storm.
How could I forget?
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