Driech – if there was ever a word to describe a wet June day on the west of Scotland it is that fine old Scottish word ‘driech’. Best analogy I can make for those down south is to imagine Theresa May’s face when she had the recent election results relayed to her – bet it was even worse than Nicola Sturgeon’s..
Best thing Theresa could have done was to take a few days off – summon up a CRF 250RL from somewhere and head for the wilds.
For if ever there was a bike to brighten up your day it’s the honest little CRF.
Prior to taking delivery I had my doubts if I could live with her gaudy colours but in actual fact I don’t see them from the seat. On the trail I am too busy praying I stay on the thing and picking my route while on the road I am happy that even the most myopic of drivers will see the bike.
Although I’m not so sure about her from head-on – it will probably send small children screaming for their mammy —
If all else fails I can always use the advice I received from my Nigerian driver back in the day —
‘Give him hooter Master! 🙂
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