The jet ski is on hold. It stopped raining just after lunch and the sun popped out for a bit. I whizzed round the lawns on the Husqvarna mower and tidied the garage. The 675's were begging to be ridden. Me and the missus threw on the leathers for 50 mile blat to the Sherburn Milk Bar. We went round the twisty route but to my disgust the road had been resurfaced. Loose gravel everywhere but the resurfacing had only been done on the fun bits. A new rear tyre and it still has chicken strips. Well the north has had it's summer for this year so I'll either have to wait for next year or head darn sarf to remove the embarrasing untouched bits of new rubber.