MOCAŠ
MB Enthusiast
I got caught in my first real downpour with the roof down this evening, travelling westbound on the M25 between junctions 26 and 25. It looked a bit overcast when I set off, but I thought it would either hold off or materialise into no more than a light shower. Well, there was a light shower between J27 and J26, and I saw a couple of cars pull onto the hard shoulder to put their roofs up - not something I'd ever chance doing unless it would be at least as hazardous to carry on driving roof-down. It wasn't, and I muttered 'lightweights' to myself as I carried on with the rainfall barely troubling the auto-wipers.
Until I had just passed junction 26 - and the heavens opened. Wipers were now on at full pelt and were still struggling to keep the screen clear. I must have made a curious sight for my fellow road users, including those who helpfully tooted their horns in case I hadn't noticed my roof was still down, yet at between 60 and 70mph I was still keeping dry. And then I hit a wall of dawdlers, who had slowed down to about 50mph in whichever lane they were in (understandable given the weather, but not really necessary, and rather annoying for me). Raindrops were falling on my head, as I switched repeatedly (but safely) to whichever lane afforded me the best chance of maintaining momentum. Junction 25 - and the brief respite of the tunnel that preceeds it - couldn't come soon enough. I pulled off onto a layby on the A10, put the roof up, then rejoined the M25 to continue my journey. Needless to say, by now the worst of the rain had passed, but I wasn't going to chance putting the roof down again.
The upshot is that despite the downpour, I managed to avoid getting a soaking, and when I got home the main evidence was a few drops on the passenger seat, which was promptly towelled dry.
Until I had just passed junction 26 - and the heavens opened. Wipers were now on at full pelt and were still struggling to keep the screen clear. I must have made a curious sight for my fellow road users, including those who helpfully tooted their horns in case I hadn't noticed my roof was still down, yet at between 60 and 70mph I was still keeping dry. And then I hit a wall of dawdlers, who had slowed down to about 50mph in whichever lane they were in (understandable given the weather, but not really necessary, and rather annoying for me). Raindrops were falling on my head, as I switched repeatedly (but safely) to whichever lane afforded me the best chance of maintaining momentum. Junction 25 - and the brief respite of the tunnel that preceeds it - couldn't come soon enough. I pulled off onto a layby on the A10, put the roof up, then rejoined the M25 to continue my journey. Needless to say, by now the worst of the rain had passed, but I wasn't going to chance putting the roof down again.
The upshot is that despite the downpour, I managed to avoid getting a soaking, and when I got home the main evidence was a few drops on the passenger seat, which was promptly towelled dry.