Sometimes, and Sunday was one of them, this means sighing at the non-prospect of a ride, and looking out the window only to do a very happy dance and get yourself dressed and out the door in 5 minutes flat. (Anyone who knows about my coffee habit can appreciate the miracle in this).
Off I went, my exhilaration at being on the bike again overpowering my tendency to traffic induced fury and foul language. I wandered down the A3, A24, A243 - all roads I know well and enjoy. It's fun knowing just how fast you can take the twisties, because you know the odds of hitting a traffic queue immediately afterwards.
I stopped at Denbies Vineyard for a coffee, then looked at my watch and meandered on, along the A25, then the A246 - which I've never consciously been on before.
I can't help wondering why not. It's one of those nice Surrey Hills roads - pretty good condition, a nice spread of inclines, declines and twisties, and not really on the way to anywhere, so lacking traffic. It even has a couple of conveniently placed petrol stations, complete with attendants who aren't jobsworth enough to enforce the no-helmet rule on those who wear open-face lids.
Too soon, the forecaster's prediction of rain threatened to come true (albeit 6 hours late), so I rumbled homewards.
Now all I have to do is cross my fingers and hold my thumbs that the rain lets up by the weekend...
