It’s not a proper thunder shower yet, but the rain is still pretty heavy, big drops pelting me as I go along. Speed always amplifies the force of the drops, normally it starts to feel painful when you go above 60 kph and now I’m already doing a little over 90; every single drop hitting my chest or legs stings like a bullet from a BB gun – it’s like riding through a barrage of machine gun fire. As if the pain wasn’t enough, the thin rain jacket is woefully inadequate, I can feel myself becoming wetter with every second. For whatever reason – maybe it’s because I’ve recently been reading a Finnish World War 2 novel –  I react to the deep feeling of misery by repeatedly swearing in Finnish: Saatana Perkele, Saatana Perkele