My ride today was wet. I got soaked but mainly from below not above courtesy of big, big standing lakes of water on the ground. Lots of rubble and debris washed down the lanes made it tricky and I nearly came a big cropper. It was at exactly the same point I was right behind Olympic bronze medalist, Steven Burke last week and I thought he was either very brave or very foolish going into a very steep downhill blind left-hander at the speed he was going. Had there been a car coming the other way, I wouldn't rate the chances of survival very highly. Well today, at that exact point, I lost control of the rear wheel. I accepted I'd be going down so worked hard at braking to knock off as much speed as I could to reduce the inevitable damage when I was flang off. I was also lucky there was no car coming the other way but with my brain calculating where was the favourable point to make a body/ground interface, I somehow regained control of the rear end and was granted the ability to steer normally again! What a hair-raising experience that was.