I beg to differ. When two inches of rain is bouncing off your helmet – it’s bad weather.
Sunday was possibly the wettest I have been on 2 wheels – after 120 miles in constant heavy rain, I squelched to the cafe in Toddington services leaving a trail of puddles. The management were looking at me as if they wanted to follow me round with a “warning – wet floor” triangle.
To add insult to injury, Moto have replaced god’s honest hot-air hand dryers with fancy Dyson Blades – Mr Dyson’s invention is good at drying hands but does nothing for gloves, fleeces, neck tubes or helmet linings….