Yesterday I left the conference with greenguzzi and co at Jindabyne and rode home. I left around the middle of the day (yeah, I know, older but no wiser!) and endured the second-worst day's riding I have ever experienced. I rode Jindabyne to Cooma and then down Brown Mountain (THAT bit was fun!) and then up the coast to Wollongong. I stopped every at every water tap I could find and soaked the JetStream jacket in water, but it was dry after about 20 minutes anyway. By the time I got to Nowra I was so tired and stressed by the hot conditions I pulled off the side of the road and sat down in the grass and honestly, nearly cried. I was only 60kms from home but for the first few minutes off the bike I could not see myself getting back on and riding that 60 kays even if someone had paid me. Well, I did, of course, and enjoyed the blast through the Kiama bends, but I've rarely been so glad to be home.... Oh, and the panel light on the speedo blew out at some stage too. Apart from that, and the conditions, yet another reason to love the Hornet.