A completely unexpected one actually:
Last week we had a family holiday at a place called Centre Parcs nr Mansfield in England, I had to work on the Monday so we agreed that they (Wife, Son and Daughter) would drive down during the day, and I would ride there on the 550, about 55 miles, straight from work that evening. The weather was poor that Monday evening and the ride down was horrible, I arrived cold wet and miserable
The weather wasn't brilliant all week, it didn't spoil the holiday but I wasn't looking forward to the ride back
Come the Saturday morning however, the weather was absolutely glorious, the roads were bone dry and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. I got to ride through some of the most beautiful countryside in the UK, finishing with a ride along here:
http://www.derekmobbs.com/CatAndFiddle/index.aspOne of the greatest and most (in)famous roads in Europe, which I just happen to live at the foot of
It's always the unexpected joys that you end up remembering