Well I shouldn’t have bothered. Got on the M40 with nowhere to hide and the heavens opened good n proper, it was tipping down with hailstones thumping the hell out of me. Got off at Beaconsfield and headed home to pick the car up, oh what a surprise, no rain at all here in Ealing… Everything’s drenched right through, and I can’t be bothered to head back to High Wycombe, it can wait until tomorrow now.
To top it off someone’s gone into the back of Mark as well. :pinch:
He’s ok, he isn’t one to complain about pain but he is having trouble with his neck, he was stationery and she must’ve been doing some speed… the damage to her b’fs car isn’t a pretty sight. It pays to have a tow bar Luckily he was in the van not on the bike.
recovering from a planned 2 night stag do to Ibiza which descended into a 6 day extravaganza.
needless to say i’ve not even looked at the bike let alone ridden it yet.
LOL sounds like you over indulged
still got the shakes here in the office as i type.
my boss is less than impressed.
oh well was a good idea at the time
Did you beat the 20min target?