You'd think that after a lifetime of cynicism, sarcasm and opinionated umm ..opinions .. I'd have learnt by now not to trust or blindly believe anyone else's.
But, shamed as I am to admit it, that's exactly what I did when I believed the fucken weathermans highly informed prediction of widespread, heavy, unrelenting and violently stormy rain on Saturday. On at least 5 different weather sites that I visited daily for the preceding week the same dismal forecast was predicted, up to and including Friday evening.
So, my options were drive 150kms, ride around Hampton in the wet (or just make excuses and sit next to the bike in pit garage pretending) OR drive 150kms, stand in the rain and wind, and watch my son play 1st fifteen rugby in his final year of school.
TBH, neither appealed but the option was work.
So (obviously or I wouldn't be here) I ended up standing under a VERY warm, VERY dry and QUITE sunny sky watching my son play 1st Fifteen rugby in his final year of school.
They lost.
I lost $170 (trackday fee).
How the fuck could they get it so wrong ... rhetorical, I actually know.
So who's the idiot here ... rhetorical, I actually know.
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