The alarm went off at 03:45, 03:50 and again at 03:55. I laid there for a few minutes, feeling the pain that these early mornings bring. I staggered across the room, flicked on the light and wandered off to the bathroom. I splash some water on my face and look into the mirror. Errrgggg, not pretty. I hear the wind and the rain peppering the window, so I know what lies ahead.
The journey to work was just as expected, extremely wet and very windy. The bike was being blown about a bit on the roads, but there was still plenty of grip available, so it was just a case of picking clear lines between the standing water.
I walk up the stairs to work, rain water dripping off my Rukka kit, but inside I'm dry and warm. As a friend of mine is so keen on quoting 'There's no such thing as bad weather, just inappropriate clothing'. Isn't that the truth. Sometimes its just makes sense to buy the expensive good stuff.
The journey to work was just as expected, extremely wet and very windy. The bike was being blown about a bit on the roads, but there was still plenty of grip available, so it was just a case of picking clear lines between the standing water.
I walk up the stairs to work, rain water dripping off my Rukka kit, but inside I'm dry and warm. As a friend of mine is so keen on quoting 'There's no such thing as bad weather, just inappropriate clothing'. Isn't that the truth. Sometimes its just makes sense to buy the expensive good stuff.
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