I got to Brixton, heading south on the A23 at about 5:20 just in time for a wall of water two feet high to come careering towards me from the direction of Brixton hill, at quite a speed. It was soon up to the hubs of my wheels, I tried to carry on, and almost got to the railway bridge before I noticed the smell, Sewerage. at which point I thought f*ck this, and turned off onto higher ground. This street was white, and looked remarkably like blossom covered it all. it turned out in fact to be hailstones, about 1/2 inch in diameter.
It’s JULY. I’ve never seen anything like it, I think the Effra has been reborn.
Well, I got caught in the biggest downpour I’ve ever ridden through in my life. Sleet, hail, horizontal rain. Luffly! The 'bob did himself proud tho, replete with new rear tyre (note to self: take corners covered in boot-deep puddles upright, lest you aquaplane for victory). Fun, fun, fun!
Give it a couple of weeks and I’ll bet we’ll all be complaining about the heat.
I blame Wimbledon myself. Every flipping year the weather’s crap around Wimbledon time. You’d think they’d learn…
