Ah! I was in a garage on the Whitchurch by-pass in the morning - filling up my red K1300S - on the way up.
There was a bike on the other side of the pumps as I left, but I didn't see the make. Maybe it was the Benelli?
Slightly amusing but mildy scary at the time:
- I entered the circuit at the back, near the Knickerbrook hairpin area. Seeing as it was so hot, I decided to park in the shade of the wood - little knowing that the ground was totally waterlogged just as you got to the edge of the wood. There were other bikes parked within 2m of where I was heading, so it looked fine.
I rolled up and the front sunk straight in - right up the wheel+rim depth. Shit. Get off balancing the oddly low bike, rock back, rock forward, back, forward, back, forward - I couldn't bump it out. Luckily a very kind bloke came up and gave me a shove backwards. Even after that, it was a massive battle just to push the bloody thing back onto solid grass.
'Sweaty' doesn't really do justice to my state at that point - full leathers, gloves and helmet all still zipped/closed - couldn't let go of the bike to get any kit off.
I had a little slump and a prayer of thanks once the centre stand was down and solid. God bless centre stands!
On leaving, there was so much mud on both wheels, my rear hugger was grumbling as the mud clipped it, and was pinging bits of mud everywhere. Had to stop and scrape great chunks off both wheels before hitting the real tarmac.
A good day, and fab ride home, though. It usually gets a bit chilly by the time I get home (8:30-9pm), but it was still 21C. Balmy and barmy.