So Bristol, the UK's San Francisco, discuss.
How am I doing at ignoring the Elephant in the room? The "W" word. You know, the one that snuck in just in time to screw-up a potentially epic session at Midsomer Norton on Sunday. The session that would have beem my first visit. It still was my first visit, just no skating.
Here are pictures of Dave and Whip trying to pretend it's not raining. Dave is doing a better job than Whip, I think you'll agree.
This time I was cool. Older, wiser maybe, now aware of the complete futility of wasting energy on this type of thing. It's with us, it's always going to be with us, if it bothered that much I'd have moved to Southern Europe, Australia or California by now.
All I need now is a silver lining to make this all OK. Well, I'm going to have to visit Bristol again soon to skate Midsomer, for the first time, again. I didn't have any potentially crippling collisions with any micro-scooterists and back-pain didn't make me walk like a constipated chimpanzee this morning. So sometimes not skating can be a positive experience.