I should've guessed! As soon as the rain stops and the sun comes out, all the poncy, mincey bikers on their shiny, vibrating crotch rockets creep out from their centrally heated garages and fill up the spaces in the motorcycle bays.
They throb past my grubby little 400cc commuter with their million cc posy bikes, wearing squeaky clean leathers and a sneer - but I bet I've covered more miles in the rain and frost this winter, than they'll do on dry roads all summer!
But today it rained!
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