I went to Blenheim Palace yesterday, and raced my three laps of the perimeter road in the pouring rain. I enjoyed it. I also overcooked it downhill, went off circuit and smacked into a fence at about 20 mph. Didn't enjoy that so much. Once the cartoon style stars had faded I checked me over, got the slightly perturbed marshall to do the same, straightened the machine best I could and carried on. As a result, I am now the seventh fastest tricyclist on the planet, as it was the world championship.
Good fun are tricycles.