Street weathers the storm
Peering out of the window of the Hotel Kyriad in Etaples, the rain was lashing down and the trees bent in half. We were about to set out on day two of our mini break to France, heading to a town just north of Le Mans to visit our mates. My other half, Mark, was in the car, while I thought it’d be fun to ride over on the Street 750. I hadn’t banked on Storm Katie taking hold, with her 60mph winds and stair-rod rain, which meant it was going to be a very long 230-mile day of riding.
I’d thought I’d be taking the scenic route but realised the safer option in weather like that was to stick to motorways, travelling in convoy with Mark. I’ve driven the journey a few times and hadn’t realised just how