Don’t know where this old lady who must have been at least 85 came from or where she was going but, sometimes it is quicker to walk. We hadn’t seen any house’s for at least 5 miles or more.
Lashing down with rain on our way down the mountain who’s backpacks do you think ended up on the roof. No other way down so we just went with it. Luckily nothing got wet.
This dog took advantage of the nice warm brake’s, drawing our attention to the nearside rear F1 slick tyre which, was as smooth as Harry Hill’s head. Good thing the hard braking into the corners lifted the tyre off the road to help reduce wear.