The rain cleared and temps got up to 20C / 68F by 3 PM, so I decided to go for a ride on the Deauville. According to the better half, who was leaving for some shopping, there was no more sign of expected rain in the region. More about that later. With the sun and the high-ish temps, considering the full coverage of the Honda, I donned a thin layer of merino wool underwear, leather pants, vented Honda Castrol leather jacket, vented leather gloves, and my Arai. The clock showed 3.27 when I hit the starter, the engine not requiring any choke since the air was so warm. Since I had to be back before seven, there would be no time to snap pictures, so the ones added are pics I've taken on previous rides. Traffic was dense enough to bring the motorway to a complete halt, and I made a detour around the worst of it via Solakrossen and joined the motorway again just north of Sandnes. Unsure if I made up or lost a minute, but it was worth it just to be moving. Oltedal I wanted to ride up into the mountain range called Hunnedalen and Sirdal, route here https://goo.gl/maps/1fFgVDx2TXHR2odEA of anybody is interested. The traffic also convinced me to use the back route to Oltedal. Here, the sky began to darken, and by the time I got to Dirdal, wet spots began to appear on the road, and just at the intersection for Gilja, the road went full wet. This didn't last long, because it was dry in Byrkjedal, but half a mile later the road again turned wet and it began spitting ever so slightly. Above Dirdal Despite not being dressed for a downpour, I decided to press on. If nothing else, I could determine how well the fairing on the Honda would protect me. Despite utter black clouds covering the heaven, it never rained in earnest. However, observing how soaking wet the road was, it must have been raining hard a short while ago. Old road to Gilja, now permanently closed The screen was totally wet, and the boots would get wet unless I pulled the toes hard in and moved the feet back until only the toes were resting on the pegs. Otherwise, I was absolutely dry. Temps had dropped rapidly with the change in weather, from 18C/65F when the sun was still shining, to 11C/52F up in the mountain range. Cruising speed varied between 60 and 75 mph, a bit naughty considering the 50 mph limit. Being smooth around the bends is paramount in the wet if risk is to be kept at a minimum. Halsen, close to the highest - and coolest - point Despite the lack of clothing, especially for a person who gets chilly and downright cold very easily, I was comfy enough that I didn't even put on the heated grips. With the handlebars now relieved of their raisers, the hands are completely out of the draft. Very, very good. Unless it gets hot, of course. Once I got a bit lower, to Tonstad, the sun appeared through the lighter layer of clouds and temps rose to about 17C/ 63F, where it stayed more or less constant until I got home. The road between Tonstad and Helleland would take me past Terland klopp and through Gyadalen The first 240 km / 150 mi of the exactly 250 km long ride took exactly 3 hours, averaging 80 kph / 50 mph - the final ten km took 9 minutes. For me to ride 3+ hours nonstop is an ordeal. Although the bike is comfy, I have aches all over; butt burn, sore neck, a miserable shoulder, sole of my feet ache for whatever reason, wrists get a bit sore as does the back of my hands. But my knees suffer the most, joined today by sad lower back. This despite me moving about on the bike frequently, and also standing up every now and then. Most of this is down to me always having aches, ever since I was a small child. And apart from the knees, most aches will go away shortly once I stop and take a break. But the pain does detract from the experience, no doubt. Enough moaning. It was in total a great day on the road.