We got back on the road and when we got to Utica, New York we ran into the storm from Hell. We pulled off and stopped behind a row of construction barrels on an exit ramp that was undergoing construction. Joyce got off the bike and stood next to Jeff because it was all he could do to keep the bike upright. The wind blew over a Port-a-Pottie that Joyce was seriously thinking of going in to get out of the rain. We were completely drenched. The rain found its way through every little open spot and even ran into one of Jeff's boots to such an extent that he poured the water out later.