I decided to go for a ride today out to the mountains via Richmond. I got past Blacktown when it started getting really dark and windy so I decided to turn back. No sooner had I pulled a U-turn, is started to rain. I limped along - very nervous riding in the wet and I'm on my L's. Small hail started hitting down so I pulled into a side street to look for a car port or some kind of shelter. I searched frantically - and nothing. Then... BANG!!!!! Massive hail stone hits me in the head. I had nowhere to go and I'll be honest and put all macho man stuff aside - I was scared. I was in the middle of a street, with hail falling all around me with nowhere to go. It was so loud inside my helmet The only place I could find was under a tree so I rode over and parked under the tree which didn't do much for cover but was better than nothing. So I sat under there and got pelted with hail the size of oranges - see pic! I was covering my bike with my back and hands so it wouldn't get damaged. True love? I waited like this for a couple of minutes, laying over the fuel tank, worried about my brand new bike which is only a couple of weeks old, before deciding that under a tree in this condition was very dangerous, so I decided to run for it, and sprinted out into the storm. My head and back was getting smashed with the biggest hail Ive ever seen. I was seriously sh1tting myself, as it made me aware so how vulnerable we are as humans. I was searching frantically for somewhere to hide, and while this may sound dramatic, when you see the pic and think that hundreds of these are falling on me, and all around me, you'll understand. I soon found a car port so I ran in there and just waited it out. It soon passed the the street was a mess. Houses roofs coming off, EVERY car dented, most with windows smashed. I was pretty shaken up and decided to make my way home straight away. I rang my wife to tell her to cover our cars. I rode along slowly, the road covered with hail, branches, twigs and anything else thinkable. I limped home along the M2 at 70km/h. I had no etag but I didn't care - I rode through every toll point without stopping. I'll deal with that later. I've only done 500km so far on my bike and I gotta say that today was by far the worst ride I've ever had and my bruises look like I've been playing skirmish. I got home, and there were about 10 girls over for lunch with my wife. Any sympathy you think? All 10 of them laughed at me when I walked through the door looking drenched and forlorne. "Good ride?" Says my wife.