Andy and I rode the Hit the North course earlier, and by gum it was slippery. The recent wind and rain has covered the wooded sections in a lovely layer of wet leaves and slimy mud, making riding a bike a lottery. We both crashed a couple of times, the bombhole almost put me in hospital had I actually hit that tree. I got away with a bit of back pain and a thick coating of crud all up one side of my body.
It rained, it was windy, but it was a laugh. Andy went home and put his Oakleys in the washing machine. Which is a novel idea, I think you’ll agree.