Last Saturday I was thinking it was definitely the end of the summer. I was zipping up vents in my summer gear and considering another layer. So this Saturday just gone when I woke up and it was raining, I thought it was pukka winter gear time. And I was warm and toasty, setting off at 8am down to Hampshire to visit my parents.
Coming back I was starting to overheat and by the time I was back in London I was like an overcooked boil-in-the-bag ready meal. I should have stopped and de-robed but I tried undoing velcro cuffs and the main zip in my jacket and rode with my visor open and still I got home like Terminator Two melted in the steel works.
Coming back I was starting to overheat and by the time I was back in London I was like an overcooked boil-in-the-bag ready meal. I should have stopped and de-robed but I tried undoing velcro cuffs and the main zip in my jacket and rode with my visor open and still I got home like Terminator Two melted in the steel works.