‘EXPECT LESS AND YOU’LL GET MORE’
A too-brisk getaway from a junction ended up slidey and scary as the slimy road refused to offer any sort of traction for my fairly worn Michelins.
The hour-long ride that followed saw some 40 miles covered in a white-knuckle blur of frustration and frostbite. After a summer scratching around on a sporty 600, I stupidly expected October to offer the same type of riding. My late-20s brain had failed to process the fact that different seasons in the UK mean different conditions, which also mean a different type of riding is needed to a: survive and b: garner any satisfaction or enjoyment (even).
Years later I rode to Cadwell to watch a mate race in an end-of-season club meeting. The VFR800 had heated grips and decent weather protection. I wore proper kit and rarely ventured above 60 along the back-road route I’d planned. Despite it being cold and slippery, I loved every minute. I wasn’t chasing, I was cruising; taking in my surroundings and simply enjoying being outside on a bike. I just needed a brain change to make the most of more challenging conditions.