Looking out of the window from my office in Manchester, I can see the rain lashing down. It has been doing that for most of the day. I'm supposed to be going out riding tonight with the usual guys. I can sense them all looking out of their windows and thinking the same as me. The forum where we organise our rides has gone rather quiet this afternoon, are they all waiting for the first person to capitulate? If I admit weakness, will there be a flood of emails saying "okay, I'll give it a miss too"?
Having said all that, a good splashy ride through loads of hub deep puddles is a laugh. It makes me feel a bit like I did when I was a kid jumping in puddles and getting my duffle coat all muddy.
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