Scooterdude braved perhaps the greatest winds so far this season, close to hurricane-force, yesterday as a cold front/storm blasted westward through the city. Most memorable was the dark squall-line which followed straight down Boylston St. in the darkest shadow in midday seen in a long time. The best way to describe it - catching a huge wave of 'surf' and managing to ride it four to five blocks before an unfortunate fall at Arlington St. atop a manhole cover.
There was just enough time to pick one's self up, see the solid sheet of water approaching, and race to the shelter of the T stop.
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