As probably the only coach to make it to Luton airport this morning slithered the last couple of miles (before dumping us in the snow half-a-mile short of the terminal) I was cheered, humbled and, frankly, amazed by the sight of a biker resolutely making his (or her) way out towards the M1.
Ice? Snow? Blizzard? Cars skating all across the road? Pah! The blue CB500 - with topbox, natch, put them all to shame.
Whoever you are, wherever you were going, insane snow biker, I salute you!
And in case you were wondering, despite waiting most of the day, I didn’t get to Glasgow.
Hi all, I was similarly humbled on Tuesday morning, 0530 am making my way tentatively on four wheels round junction 8 of the M11 secretly thinking “I am a polar explorer and so brave to have ventured out in my car.” At which point a SuperHero wearing a 90’s style ‘luminous worms’ Fieldsheer one piece race suit and riding a Yamaha FZR 750 Genesis goes round the outside, cranked over through the slush and F’s off into the murky darkness… I may never get over the feeling of inadequacy!