I’d have hated to have been in a mountain gap in any sort of vehicle when that hit, let alone on a motorcycle, lol. I hope you parked and rode it out stationary, or was there no place to stop?
Well, ironically, “mountain gaps” are the *only* way I can get home, no matter where I go...;D
So, I kept going.
There are tons of places I could’ve stopped but I wanted to go home.
The only time I ever stopped for “weather” was one frog-drowner sudden downpour where the water was so deep on the road we were hydroplaning.
After we got about 4 miles from the house, hubby pitched a fit because I suddenly stopped and blocked his way.
A transformer had blown and a live wire was whipping across the road.
I sat there until it was on the other side of the road and the gunned it before it whipped back into the west bound lane.
[yes, hubby followed]
He had *no* clue what had happened until we were in the shop drying off and I told him.
[I’ve made a fair hillbilly out of him but I still had a 30 year head start]
;D