Today was the first Goodwood Breakfast Club of the season, which was Supercar Sunday. In the past I've met a few of my mates from around the South East down there and despite terrible weather forecast, I still wanted to go.
I got up early enough to be there just after 08:00, but the weather as expected was dreadful. Never the less, I suited up, pointed the FireBlade East and rocked on over. It took me about 80-90mins to get there and I was still able to find loads of grip on the sodden tarmac. Traffic was exceedingly light and I very nearly managed to ride along the A272 between the A31 and the A3 without being stuck behind another vehicle. A horsebox half a mile outside Petersfield sealed that one to the scrapheap.
By the time I reached the A3, my Alpinestar 365 gloves were soaked through, but thankfully the temperature was high enough that it just made it unpleasant rather than painfully uncomfortable.
I was genuinely concerned that it would be a bit of a bust today, but approaching Midhurst I joined the back of a convoy that included a Zonda and three Ferraris. Good to see that they don't mind being driven in the rain either.
After arriving, I made a beeline for the coffee/organic porridge stand. That porridge is bloody amazing, and mixed with fresh strawberries and honey, its superb. I will admit that I was a bit cheeky and asked the lovely people in the hospitality if I could leave my helmet and gloves with them, so I didn't have to carry them around and they took pity on me, probably because they saw how wet I was. You have my massive thanks as just this simple act of kindness helped more than I can say.
The crowd numbers were good. About 400 display cars, 6000 spectators and 8, yes 8, motorbikes. Don't know who had the right idea.
I had planned on taking a few snaps, but despite being tucked up in my Rukka jacket, my phone got wet and would barely work properly. It's still not best pleased with me now for that matter.
I didn't stay too long, just an hour or so. By the time I left the rain and stopped and the roads were still empty enough that I could ride how I wanted and when I reached home, the sun was shining down on dry roads.
Getting back, the bike was filthy and thinking about it, I should have probably taken the car. I would have probably been dryer, but the adventure wouldn't have been half as exciting.
I got up early enough to be there just after 08:00, but the weather as expected was dreadful. Never the less, I suited up, pointed the FireBlade East and rocked on over. It took me about 80-90mins to get there and I was still able to find loads of grip on the sodden tarmac. Traffic was exceedingly light and I very nearly managed to ride along the A272 between the A31 and the A3 without being stuck behind another vehicle. A horsebox half a mile outside Petersfield sealed that one to the scrapheap.
By the time I reached the A3, my Alpinestar 365 gloves were soaked through, but thankfully the temperature was high enough that it just made it unpleasant rather than painfully uncomfortable.
I was genuinely concerned that it would be a bit of a bust today, but approaching Midhurst I joined the back of a convoy that included a Zonda and three Ferraris. Good to see that they don't mind being driven in the rain either.
After arriving, I made a beeline for the coffee/organic porridge stand. That porridge is bloody amazing, and mixed with fresh strawberries and honey, its superb. I will admit that I was a bit cheeky and asked the lovely people in the hospitality if I could leave my helmet and gloves with them, so I didn't have to carry them around and they took pity on me, probably because they saw how wet I was. You have my massive thanks as just this simple act of kindness helped more than I can say.
The crowd numbers were good. About 400 display cars, 6000 spectators and 8, yes 8, motorbikes. Don't know who had the right idea.
I had planned on taking a few snaps, but despite being tucked up in my Rukka jacket, my phone got wet and would barely work properly. It's still not best pleased with me now for that matter.
I didn't stay too long, just an hour or so. By the time I left the rain and stopped and the roads were still empty enough that I could ride how I wanted and when I reached home, the sun was shining down on dry roads.
Getting back, the bike was filthy and thinking about it, I should have probably taken the car. I would have probably been dryer, but the adventure wouldn't have been half as exciting.
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