That Noah had his head screwed on you know….

I’m starting to get an idea how Noah must have felt as he was knocking together his old ark. From the first trickle of rain down his neck to all his clothes being soaked, concerns about hoof rot/trench foot. And that sinking feeling... As he woke up in the morning, with the rain hammering down onto his caravan roof.

Ok so Noah may not have had a caravan [this fact cannot be denied or confirmed] but with the seemingly endless rain at race meetings these days it’s getting to be a bit of a grind. I guess at least Oulton Park had organised tractors to pull the motorhomes & caravans out of the living area/swamp, if the lord works in mysterious ways on Sunday evening he was driving a ford tractor in Cheshire.

It’s not racing in the wet that bothers me – in fact it helped me get back on the podium, with other more experienced superbike cup riders struggling to keep up in the tricky conditions. Although climbing back into a set of cold damp leathers can’t really be classed as a “perk of the job”.

But it does seem a bit relentless as the last 3 races and the croft test all included A LOT of rain. And yes I have seen the forecast for this weekend… Yep that’s right… Rain?!?

Still I can’t complain, I don’t have to round up a load of animals and clean up their poo for 40 days (and 40 nights). And before anyone mentions it, all of our highly skilled team are perfectly rounded gentlemen, not animals, thank you!

A short week between Oulton and Mallory = a short blog.

Come back soon for a new and improved blog, with no religious reference (but probably still harping on about the British summer weather)

Ta ta for now

TT#21