Marin Man…Wet, Wet, Wet
This week the marin White-Line and I have got soaked through to the bone more times than I care to remember. Twice this week it’s being scary and I’ve struggled to stay on two wheels. The rain and wind have lashed my face so hard that at times, I couldn’t even see through my glasses so I took them off, and then it stung my face and eyes so sharply it was painful. If I changed direction and got a cross-wind, I was nearly blown off twice. The water built up on the road and the spray got worse and worse, soaking my shoes (I forgot my over-shoes. Rookie mistake!) By the time I got home I was a beaten man – drenched through, face red raw and a rain-induced headache, all compounded when I discovered the boiler had broken, so no heat and no steaming hot bath.
What’s your point I hear you ask? Well, it sounds like I’m moaning, but I’m really not. I know it’s masochistic and a little bit perverse, but I loved it. It blew away the cobwebs and washed off the mud (from both man and bike) and still beats taking the car, does it not? I need some new brake-pads and a winter jacket (reason to but new kit – cool!), but bring it on!….