Spring Celebration of Cycling - RAINING ... NO, I MEAN REALLY RAINING!!

So it was time for the parade ...

We rode stylishly out of Western Park ...

Everybody enjoying the moment - there's something about a mass ride that is hard to explain. We got to the furthest part of our parade and as we turned around we saw the filthiest black cloud you've ever seen! And then ...

It rained ..

well 'rained' is something of an understatement ...

It just threw it down ... you could barely see the Frock on front of you ...

But luckily Frocks are not made of sugar, and we smiled and waved as if nothing had happened

Back at Western Park, some took comfort in another sausage sizzle

... some were mortified to find out they were wearing the same rain gear - what a fashion faux pas!

But the sun came out again and as that ad on TV says "girls look good wet"!

p.s. shamefully, I have to admit to seeking shelter in a nearby Adshel (and those of you who wait for buses in these things, will understand the irony of seeking shelter in one of the worlds most useless bus shelter!). I was not alone!

In my defence, someone had kindly 'blinged' my bicycle with red streamers that released copious amounts of red die on to my clothing as soon as the rain started. For a few moments, I thought there had been a terrible accident! But after a little judicious streamer removal, I was good to go!

Looking forward to next year ... mark the date in your calendar!!!

Photos kindly supplied by Rod Haag (I was hiding in that bus shelter I told you about!)