Soggy Socks

Ok so its tipicall Northern Ireland October, wet windy and blood cold. It that time of year when most normal people take a look into the dark morning, watch the ran bounce off the window and work out how long it is giong to take them to run to their car and how wet they are going to get.

Like I said most Normal people do that, but then I’ve never like normal.  My primary mode of transport this a Motorbike and I love it.  This morning I woke up, look at the window and though “wet gear agin for the bike, at least it not windy”. 

All was going well until about 25minute into my jurny to work.  The rain bouncing off my visor and I’m think thank god I have my wet gear and rain suit on, I nice and worm and dry.  Or was I, I suddnley fell this coldness on the top of my foot.  Strange place I know but it doesn’t anoy my to much until about 30 second later when I realize that alough my head and body are nice and dry, me feet are starting to get wet.  Not the nicess of the felling for about 10 mile my feet get wetter and wetter and wetter. 

Eventually when I get into work my feet are sooked and I dont have a change of socks.  The worst of if is I have to go though it all again on the way home and at rugby tonight.

The mornal of this soggy sock tail is:  If your going to ride a motorbike in October, bring a change of socks.