Doubtless if there is a definitive set of rules setting out what should and should not be blogged about, moaning about weather would be there under the heading, 'Not unless you want to bore your readers to death.' Well, I guess dear reader, it's time to get your affairs in order. Sorry.
|My wife. |
Most weather biker.
All weather knitter.
However, those of us in the upper bits of the northern hemisphere, particularly in the UK, are a little less weather aware now because at long last, this is Spring. Oh happy day(s)! Motorcycles are coming out of hibernation, their riders a little rusty, their batteries a little dead. My mate is one of them. We rode together for the first time a few days back. It was an impromptu Friday afternoon ride, organised (I use the term loosly) at the last moment. We pretty much just went to Squires to play look at bikes and the people that ride them. We certainly didn't go for the tea which is believed to be the worst in this world and probably those we have yet to explore.
|Not this ride out but one years ago when I still had my CG125.|
Kev still has that CBR but more a few more scratches these days.
It turns out that a winter of searching for every last gram of grip leaves you more than ready for the day when the tarmac warms up and the rain that washed the gravel from the perfect line has nicely dried up. When that day comes, you look down and that tarmac is a whole lot closer than you've seen it for a while. Normally you only see it this close when you fall of in the snow. In that moment, all is well in your world. That long, long winter somehow pays off. All the washing, stripping, greasing, paying, praying, twitching, freezing, doubting. All of it suddenly becomes worth it.
So what did I do when I got home? I put my mid winter gloves back in the draw of death for another two seasons. Threw in a couple of mid layers and dug out the Summer gloves while I was there. Then I lowered the screen on Wee Hamish and gave serious consideration to removing the PinLock insert from my visor. That's pretty much it, I was back at work the next day and the mornings aren't all that warm.
Of course being England, the forecast is for rain the next two day followed by the temperature dropping well into single digits. I'm guessing it'll just be me again for a few days then. Mustn't moan.