I woke this morning to the sound of wind and rain battered the outside of my house and after a quick peak through the curtains I knew I had to get my rain stuff on. This is basically my Sidi Gore Tex boots (which are a little small, but nearly worn out) my waterproof gloves and my El Nino rain suit. The last time I wore the suit was at the Donington Park trackday back in May and trust me when I say its a major hassle dragging the rain suit on before 04:30 in the morning. This was made somewhat annoying as by the time I got the bike out of the garage, the rain and stopped and not a single drop fell on me on the way to work.
But, like the old saying goes 'Its better to have it and not need it, rather than need it and not have it' and ten minutes before leaving for home, the heavens opened. Thus, I actually did need my rain suit afterall. This little victory was somewhat short lived as the ride home was one of the slowest and least pleasant of the year. I got into second gear twice, yep twice and my visor suffered from misting even with the Pinlock in. Im putting this down to the lack of breeze and having my face right over a steaming engine. Less than ideal. I made it home safe, which is the main thing, just for me to head on back out, this time in the car and all the way up to Birmingham to spend the weekend with Sarah. Cooked breakfast on Sunday too. Excellent.
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