Post cloudburst, two friends, who had ridden their touring bikes all the way up from the base of the ridge on the west side, found one helmet, but the other one and the handlebar bag with camera & car keys were washed down the mountain & on their way to the Chesapeake Bay. Gave them a ride back to Richmond in my 2-seater so we could burgle her apartment, and they could head back to collect bikes and car.

I once was up in the Jemez in August wearing only bike shorts and my Old Guys jersey (no rain slicker, etc) and a big late summer thunderstorm brewed up before I could high tail it back to BombTown. I ended up hiding under a large rock ledge as the temp dropped and the hailstorm intensified. I finally called Meena and she rescued me about an hour later. As we drove out, we passed the national forest parking lot about a mile up the road and the two PortaPotties were surrounded by bicycles. Any shelter was better than being out in that storm, I guess. Lucky for them no Great Zot hit the Johns!