Two or three years ago we went on a 50 mile ride with our cycling buddies. We drove about 6 miles to a meeting place in Littleton, MA and rode to Hollis, NH. This is one of the most beautiful rides we do. As we were eating lunch on the grounds of Kimball's Fruit Farm in Hollis, I noticed some dark clouds off in the distance. The lunch stop is high up on a ridge, so we decided to take off and head back. The return trip goes through Pepperel, Dunstable, Tyngsboro, and back to Littleton, which as some of you know, are not the biggest towns in the world. So as we made our way past the farms and residential areas, it started raining a little. Then a lot. I mean, torrential rain, with scary thunder and lightning. First, a man cutting his lawn let us hang out in his garage. It wasn't stopping, so we decided to brave it. Steve and I had rain jackets and arm warmers, but our friends did not, which was very weird, since Janine is the most prepared person I know. Finally, we took shelter under the eaves of the Dunstable Public Library, which was closed, since it was Sunday. Janine was shivering as it was now about 58 degrees out, dropping from about 84. I gave her my arm warmers, which barely got up her arms, since she's about 5'8" and I'm barely 5' 1". I was really worried that she was going into hypothermia. So, after much debating, Steve and Brant found a taxi service in Ayer, MA that would come out to the boonies and get them. They took the taxi back to where the cars were and then drove back to get us and the bikes. This whole thing took about 2 hours. It took dinner and several glasses of wine to warm up.