With eight more sleeps before the rubber meets the road for the inaugural Chubu C2C, it’s time to make earnest salutations to the Weather Gods for clear skies and dry roads.

We all have our own way with this, so you do what works for you. Bow, pray, grovel. Burn stuff, chant, howl! Hug boulders, lay exposed in a meadow, look an eagle in the eye. Lather yourself in honey and breadcrumbs and stand in the sun till crispy. Whatever works for you!

So, look up, the Weather Gods are listening and now is the time for the Twistybutts to let them hear us!