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Post 135 - Fun Friday - Motorbiking…

Here's my prompt:

Please write a short story about a group of friends going off on a motorcycle tour for the weekend, mention the fact it will most likely rain and spoil the fun! Needs to be funny.

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As the sun peeked over the horizon, a group of friends gathered in front of a quaint café, their motorcycles gleaming in the early morning light. There was Jack, the self-proclaimed leader of the pack; Lucy, the speed demon; Mike, the gadget guru; and Sarah, the one who always seemed to get them out of trouble.

"Ready for the weekend of a lifetime?" Jack bellowed, revving his engine. The others cheered, their spirits high as they imagined the winding roads and breathtaking views that awaited them.

However, there was one small detail they had all conveniently ignored: the weather forecast. Dark clouds loomed ominously in the distance, but the excitement of the trip had drowned out any rational concerns about the impending storm.

As they roared out of town, the first few drops of rain splattered on their visors. "Just a little drizzle," Lucy shouted over the noise of the engines. "It’ll pass in no time!"

By the time they reached the countryside, "a little drizzle" had transformed into a full-blown downpour. They pulled over under the inadequate shelter of a massive oak tree, their jackets soaked through.

"Anyone bring a waterproof map?" Mike asked, wringing out his gloves. Jack pulled out a soggy, disintegrating paper that had once been their meticulously planned route.

Sarah, ever the practical one, suggested, "Why don't we find a pub and wait it out?"

They agreed and trudged back to their bikes, now looking less like sleek machines of freedom and more like sad, dripping metal beasts. They found a nearby pub, "The Soaked Rider," which seemed fitting.

Inside, they were greeted by the warmth of a roaring fire and the curious stares of locals. They dripped their way to a table and ordered the largest cups of tea available. The hours passed, and the rain showed no sign of letting up.

The pub's regulars, amused by the bedraggled bunch, began to share stories of their own misadventures, turning the pub into a hub of laughter and camaraderie. Jack tried to keep the group’s spirits high with tales of daring rides in better weather, but every glance outside at the unrelenting rain dampened the mood.

By evening, it was clear their motorcycle tour was more of a stationary one. "Well," Jack said, raising his mug, "we may not have conquered the roads, but we’ve certainly conquered this pub!"

The group laughed and toasted to their soggy weekend. They spent the rest of the night enjoying the company of newfound friends, sharing stories, and making the best of their rain-soaked adventure. By the end, they realised that sometimes, the best memories are made not from the plans that go right, but from the ones that go hilariously wrong.