Sodden to the skin (From Bradford Telegraph and Argus)

Sodden to the skin

10:22am Saturday 23rd August 2008

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Saturday, and the cycling shoes are still wet from the torrential downpour on Wednesday night’s ride.

I wondered why most of the biker-boys posse had decided not to join the four of us for the weekly ride out.

I guess they had seen the weather forecast.

Still, like Billy Connolly says, there’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong cloth-ing.

But even the water resistant shoes didn’t stand much of a chance against the rain bouncing down late on Wednesday as we made our way home from the pub.

On the usually-dry track around Cullingworth, we were pedalling through what amounted to a stream several inches deep, and, as Scotty in Star Trek might have said, our shoes just could nae take it!

Once they get to a certain pitch, though, they just can’t get any wetter. And, anyway, it was pretty warm rain, being August.

On the doorstep at home, though, there was a bit of satisfaction taking off the sodden summer-riding shoes, and wringing out a fair old quantity of mucky water from the socks.

The baggy shorts weren’t much better, but the waterproof top had done its stuff. Dry as a bone, I was, from the waist up.

Perhaps I need to invest in some waterproof shorts, too.

Would seem to make sense.