So it seems as if the the rain is a coming, and a warm bed was the better option for most this morning.
But 6 dampened souls met up for this mornings ride, to face whatever could be thrown at them (including a snigger from our Club Secretary as he drove by, nice and dry in his van!). It was wet, but still fast in through Suicide up to Tiscott, the 6 then became 7 as 1 other rider caught up after tracking us from the shop.
It wasn't a long ride, but it was still further than everyone else did from 07:30 on a wet Saturday morning.
Call that mud! Can't see what everyone was afraid of?
Good to see Tim our (pseudo) campanologist out again!
Remember "You're not made of tissue paper!"
