iirc since I first swung a leg over an mtb in the mid-90's I've never voluntarily quit on a ride, come rain or shine, snow, hail, mechanical failures. Yep, broken bones, unconsciousness/concussion and wrecked bikes have put me in the broom wagon but otherwise once we set off from A to B we get to B. But yesterday, dear God, the simple matter of riding from Devil's Dyke to Eastbourne on the South Downs Way, as piece a cake of a ride as you could wish for off road, was beyond me. Utterly, completely. Sussex has become a saturated sponge, the ground conditions were awful, far far worse than any winter I've ridden in down here, and the downhills simply locked back wheel drags which were churning the trail. The highlight was having to go through a gate which was situated in the middle of an impormptu pond which, as one of my riding companions found out, was quite deep. 'kin awful and we bailed at 25km and hit the tarmac back to the pub.... How is your summer mtb'ing going folks?