Bloody hell, I'm sodding soaked! I've just ridden to Majorca airport on my Bonneville, on my way back for the Scarborough Gold Cup. Being an idiot (and it being really hot here), I was just wearing jeans and a little jacket bloody motorbikes! I knew a shower was expected, so put little bags on my feet, but it pissed down. The roads were completely flooded and in my haste to get through the downpour my foot-bags blew off. Thankfully my laptop survived, so I'm sat here typing in the airport lounge. Typing and dripping!
Did we speak about the Classic TT last month? Once again it was all about Michael Dunlop, although I got to do a great lap on a new Triumph Thruxton. I was properly on it and had a right giggle, I'll have to dig out the speed. The hardest part was windblast nearly blowing my head off flat out down the straights!