Riding into the sunrise - for the first time in a few days, I was buffeted madly by wild winds. Until I rode home - but that was another story.
Smile - you're on candid camera.
I'm going to have a hiatus for a week or so, unless I can work out how to blog when mobile. Here's something to keep you occupied during that time:
Some 10 minutes after driving Chris Williams's Packard-engined Behemoth my hands were still shaking, my voice was croaking and the cool autumn wind was chilling my sweaty overalls. My face was cherry red from the infernal heat of the engine and my eyebrows singed from its 24 flaming exhaust stubs. In my entire career I have never driven anything as visceral, as physical or as sheer bloody terrifying as Mavis, the 42-litre Packard-engined Bentley.