One of the few times bad weather has had me touching cloth was on my last trip up over.
A69 between Newcastle upon Tyne and Carlisle, I was commuting weekly over to Dumfries in South West Scotland. It rained every day for 6 weeks..
Situation normal, I'm riding west in the pishing rain when mother nature really let rip. Visibility went down to a couple of feet, if that & me to walking pace so I could follow the lights of the car ahead of me. One red blur was all I could see. Enough water was coming across the road it was pushing me & the bike sideways. I'm sure I saw Salmon leaping.
Next thing I hear an almighty parp! Turn around to see a dirty great big artic, lights on main beam, close enough to push me through the torrent. What a bloody fright I got. Couple of minutes later the rain eased so I could see 6ft ahead & all was good again. I reckon the truckie only saw me at the last moment.
Manopausal.
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