Sod's Law

Headwind in, headwind out. At least the one in was dry. And guaranteed to be at its wettest when there's nowhere to hide. The white band at the base of the treeline on the right was the rain bouncing back up off of the tarmac. Guess where I was heading?

Still beats sitting in a steamed up car, snarled up in a traffic jam, stop-starting all the way home. 

I think.