At last, it finally stopped raining long enough to get a decent Thursday night ride in. Eventful from the off, Lonesome Fox was abducted by aliens while crossing the A690 (come home soon, mate..) and as soon as we got thru Silksworth and left the tarmac the mud was there, lurking under the grass.. watery at first but gradually thickening to black porridge thru the woods... slippery as a fistful of butt cream, most of us stayed upright until the clarts gave way to giant lake-puddles, hub-deep water hazards that were so much fun we had to ride them twice.. in both directions.. well, what the hell, once you're wet you're wet... hot favourite for Best Ride of the Year, I reckon.
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