5.28pm, driving home along the M4 motorway, I tune in to Radio Wales weather, and listen to ‘Derek the Weather Man’.

“The rain will persist for the next few hours, heavy at times, but it won’t last. It will probably stop around 9.00pm in the Cardiff area”

Heavy at times!!!!!! More like torrential downpours!!!!

Ten intrepid Moos set off, in monsoon conditions, to what was to be the wettest ride ever in the history of the Moos.

Led by Ryan the Steam they were: Crock, Kev the Plane, Beaker, Scrippsy, Captain-Owgie, Gaz, Dai the Eye, Owen, Jimmy Mac.

Up through the forest, the rain becoming heavier & heavier, slip-sliding our way through the forest to our first pit stop, where Crock displayed the true meaning of ‘Shaven Haven.’

‘‘We will have to keep going tonight, it’s too wet & cold to stop for a pint’’, was our illustrious leader’s retort!

Up the Ridgeway onto Rudry Common, riding through streams that were now rivers, water up to the axles, mud glorious mud, went the intrepid ten Moos riders.

The intrepid ten continued their epic ride, a constant battle against nature, comments flying:

“Where’s the rest of the Moos?”

“Might as well been have been at home, having a cold power shower”

“Can’t do that! The missus might want to join you”.

“That’s a point, better off out here…”

“Won’t get as wet as this in a shower”.

A last back to Headquarters, 9.00pm and guess what? It stopped raining! ‘Derek the Weather Man’ had got one thing right! But what a delight to see Bill had lit the fire, for the Moos to warm up & dry out. What a thoughtful landlord Bill is.

This ride will go down as an epic in the Moos history.

For all our fellow readers of our Moos reports, after such an adventurous ride I ask you, write to your MP’s tell them about the intrepid ten and insist that these ten riders be added to the next Queens Birthday Honours List, so that they too, can have letters after their names. Why should the only Moos rider with letters after their name which mean anything, be Gordon Scrippsy Thornton. ECG.

As to the Moos who are injured, sick, on holiday, or have business commitments, sorry you missed a good ride.

To those Moos who were not injured etc, etc., WHERE WERE YOU!

Shred the Gnarl.

Gnarl the Shred.

Have Shreddies for lunch!