Yesterday I rode to work and it was tanking it down. Bikey asked me for a pair of trunks but I said he'd simply look as daft as me (sporting the drowned rat look). I was actually 95% dry in my waterproofs but my face and hair wasn't fairing so well.
Bikey got to work absolutely drenched. There were puddles that ducks could fish in and these puddles were mostly unavoidable. Feet up and tear on through. Bikey took all that in his stride. I was half expecting things to go awry but no. He did me proud.
On the way home someone had swapped the tank for two tanks and it really tanked it down. Bikey requested (quite casually) a snorkel - I offered him a gasp from my aqualung
Again, Bikey took it all in his stride. Now, no word of a lie, I was coming up the back of Fratton football ground and the rain had eased back. In the middle of the path was a rat playing in the water. I threw out an anchor or two and the little guy spotted me and, after a moment of twirling panic, he shot off at a rate of knots (are you getting the nautical references here?). The rat was having such fun and I hated disturbing him but I couldn't resist shouting back "Keep your eyes open next time ya muppet!".
So, two journeys. Two soakings and Bikey has his 15 mile swimming certificate.
Still impressed? You betcha yer lil' cotton socks I am.
Best regards.
Vikki.
Bikey got to work absolutely drenched. There were puddles that ducks could fish in and these puddles were mostly unavoidable. Feet up and tear on through. Bikey took all that in his stride. I was half expecting things to go awry but no. He did me proud.
On the way home someone had swapped the tank for two tanks and it really tanked it down. Bikey requested (quite casually) a snorkel - I offered him a gasp from my aqualung
Again, Bikey took it all in his stride. Now, no word of a lie, I was coming up the back of Fratton football ground and the rain had eased back. In the middle of the path was a rat playing in the water. I threw out an anchor or two and the little guy spotted me and, after a moment of twirling panic, he shot off at a rate of knots (are you getting the nautical references here?). The rat was having such fun and I hated disturbing him but I couldn't resist shouting back "Keep your eyes open next time ya muppet!".
So, two journeys. Two soakings and Bikey has his 15 mile swimming certificate.
Still impressed? You betcha yer lil' cotton socks I am.
Best regards.
Vikki.
