I woke up this morning very sore and tired I had attempted to beat my previous commute record which I successfully did a 30 mile top speeed. With bike in hand up the stairs I trudged I heard the rain dancing on the roof zipped up the rain jacket looked down at my bike noticed my faithful comrad had a small dent which astonished me for the fact that this bike is a virgin to being crashed or fallen over. the crunch of stale bread and cold coffee was the 5 star breakfast this morning opened the door the rain was basiclly made everything white I looked down at my accomplice and trusty friend lets have some funn which reminds me of why I ride for the fact that cagers aside there are some moments that are just to funn to pass up like being soaked in mother natures washing machine and the pounding of the pedals and the tyres cutting through the rain this is why I ride