Sadly, the big season opener ended up a bit of a damp squib thanks to some bizarre climatic conditions.
Despite waiting till ten to leave, hoping the sloppy ice and frosty roads would be neutered the Coastal Clog was just not meant to be.
Eight miles in between Newdigate and Rusper, Smythe decided being upright was over rated. After a few shimmies his prefered location appeared to be on the floor perpendicular to my front wheel. In slow motion, I realised I needed to take DA down with me. One for all and all that!
Everyone loves surface water resting on ice, how else can you ruin 650 quids worth of tights in four seconds.
Ho hum, at least it wasn't raining......
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