Or maybe not.

After an excruciating drive across Europe to Germany, it was obvious the rain wasn’t about to stop. It seems the beautiful UK weather decided to drag it’s ass eastbound and follow us cross-country. A 70MPH journey is not an ideal way of staying awake during a 5 hour drive, but a prod of the accelerator had me praying to all seven gods in unison whilst my sternum was doing it’s best to ensure my heart wasn’t about to burrow it’s way out of my chest. Lethal conditions aside, the constant threat of Beligian police is another recent discomfort, not least considering my recent apprehension by said forces.

So it was with much dismay that I arrived at the Nurburgring to be confronted with a horrid, wet, incessant downpour which would at times arrive at a hortizontal trajectory. Cars and bikes creating red flags and the non stop use of the trackside emergency vehicle did nothing other than warn me about the dangers of venturing onto the Worlds Most Dangerous Circuit (TM) in a 90k car with slicks. Back to the hotel it was for much deliberation about our plan B. Unfortunately, it was a bank holiday. In Germany. For anyone that knows the place, Sundays are like town when the Lollipop Man arrives in chitty chitty bang bang, it’s simply vaccant. The remainder of the day was left in silent contemplation and general wishes that the proceeding day would grant us limited sunshine to enjoy the pre-booked day at Spa.

Of course, that would be asking for too much.

It was like somebody had moved Niagra Falls conveniently onto Eau Rouge without ensuring sufficient overflow plumbing was in place. Alas, I’d forgotten my life jacket at home so the day was left to those who were brave, stupid or had walked out of a lobotomy half finished.

A miserable drive back as the moment we left Spa early that morning, the sun broke and I enjoyed the use of my sunglasses the whole journey home.

I daren’t return as it was obvious, Europe did not want me this ill-fated weekend. I took consolation in the fact that I didn’t need replacement tyres/brakes/insurance/car (del. as applicable) and was able to reverse into my garage with barely dulled anticipation of the event that never was.

I await my next journey end of June. By god it better not rain.