well very wet is the answer we had a run to the Moor planed and the day started wet an got wetter so stayed closer to home and it pissed it down three and a half hours in the rain was all we could take. now I don't mind a bit of rain it can make the play on the lanes more fun. but it had worked it's way into my jacket and a nice damp crotch to match was the turn for home point. and I for one had very cold wet hands after the 12 mile thrash for home just two pics of the bikes under two bridge's that we went under an stopped for a fag at I did not put the helmet cam on as I would have been wiping the water off every 10 seconds. but it was still fun we will have a 2nd go at this run with pic's and video in the next week or two
I do like a nice bridge in the rain think it harps back to my days as a kid on the back of the old man on his T120 and the trips over to the Ace café we would stop so he could have a fag under a bridge as we crossed from Watford down to the Ace on a cold dark wet winters night I use to love it I got to hang with the rocker's. Dad was tight Fu***r an would never pay for a baby sitter so I got to go along think it improved his luck with the chick's as well. it was just me and him back then and I was a cute kid so pulled them in like a magnet. I lost me Mum when I was still in nappy's still I'm not knocking the old man he did his best and found me a new one down at the Ace
It was happy days Dad was a Butcher an Pro footy player back then no Money in it like there is today. he had a bad bike crash around 1974 and we moved back down to Crediton Devon his home town he was out of pro football for good but played for Exeter city for some years after that an only gave up biking on his 80th 3 years back. his mind's slipping a bit now but he's fit and so is my 2nd Mum she's her 80s as well.
will see if I can dig out some photo's from him and scan them an put them on the pc.
Yeah theres something nice about the underneath of a bridge in the rain, you can smell the rain coming down and you feel a sense of cheekyness that youv'e managed to stay dry! On the back of a bonnie down to the Ace Caf as a kid hanging out with chicks, that is cool. Great little story.
