The best one i've had was going out for a ride only to have a storm heading right at me. I was on 75s in Dayton heading right towards it, so I exited at the highway loop (675) and started hauling balls. I got far enough ahead to where I could stop and check the weather to see if this was short lived. As I was checking my phone I heard a couple thunderclaps and decided it was time to get my ass home. There were two routes from where I was at, take the city streets which would take a while and possibly get drenched, or go north on the highway, hook west on the inner city highway and exit back to 75 near my house. I chose the highway, I ran north but as I hooked back west on the inner city the storm was almost on top of me. It was moving QUICK. So I sped up. Once I hit the newly paved inner city part, I could feel the pressure change in the air, the wind picking up, and daylight quickly being swallowed. I looked over at the storm, then looked back forward to see a Dayton cop on the highway clocking! Looked down at the clocks, 90 mph in a 55 fuck!, he looked at me then went on with his business. Thanks guy!!!! Now, on to the storm problem. It was pretty much on top of me right as I got near the 35/75 interchange. A few drops had already started to fall. As soon as I hit the 75 onramp turning me towards the storm, pwnt. All hell broke loose, couldn't see a damn thing through the rain and the wind was ridiculous, I jumped the next offramp doing 55 only to come up on some car doing 20 down the offramp. I frantically flashed my brights and he let me by only for me to run down the ramp and under the bridge overpass. I actually pulled the bike up on to the sidewalk and parked it to wait the storm out. Total time in the rain, no more than 3 min, and every piece of gear and clothing I was wearing was soaked. It was kind of exhilarating though, I mean it sucked but it was also fun. Waiting out the rain under the overpass was interesting too. Lots of weird stuff under those bridges.