Soggy Crackers

After a monster Halo 3 marathon sesh last night, and no more than 3 hours sleep, I hopped aboard the Silver Dream Machine and didn't even wait for a little warmth to get through the engine before setting off. The rain was pounding, the water trickling down my arms into my gloves, the droplets running down my boots onto my socks.

Parked up in the usual spot I trapsed inside, there I stripped all the layers of soggy "waterproof" clothing. It is on days like these that riding everyday in all weathers takes willpower and a good memory of better days. A nod to the classic Kawasaki rider who I passed on the roundabout. It was too wet to notice if it was a winter hack or a pristine classic, either way it looked good to me from inside my helmet.

Another long weekend of cleaning will be scheduled.
Winter weather + nervous gritting team + lack of light and water at the garage + riding every day = 1 dirty rusty Honda.