[/URL][/IMG][/URL][/IMG][/URL][/IMG][/URL][/IMG][/URL][/IMG][/URL][/IMG] Had a good ride out today just me and The Firebloke AKA The Settle Fox.Did Caton Devils Bridge Lancaster and on into Barrow then picked up a Fantastic road of which the Fox has been weighing up Had a nice meal in The Harbour and then back out to play did the long way home back over Caton ect really top day out so as usual may i say thanks again to Steve for expert leadership ps got off the bike once home Stephen Hawkings fashion the last 40 odd mile of motorway is a killer on the wrist and arse .
Looks like you had a good ride out boys... No doubt it was a swift one Very jealous tbh... No bike time this weekend. Clucking lol
I might just add that as I set off from home I only got 100yds down the road and found I had a puncture in the rear tyre! Thank God for Tyreweld! That's my second puncture in 2 weeks albeit it on different tyres!
Nice!! Decent getting our in small groups sometime, easy to get in the groove and smash the miles... Short stops etc, usually a very enjoyable day!! Plus the weather looks mint. All a bonus Good work boys
That looks a cracking route guys and great weather to boot. Were the roads as empty as the pictures suggest. The pair of you do look like pages from a Heine Gericke catalogue. A killer on the wrist and arse? At least it looks like you covered the major deviances on your run home.
Morning Ken see your on form .Yup that piece of road lasted for about 20 miles with almost no traffic or non that held us up full grip as well . Met up with The Fox at 9am and got home at 6 so yes the wrist was bad also the inside of the right leg but mainly down to the 40min motorway last leg averaging about 80 mph seems like it went on forever.Top day and really really wish i was on it now and not here being mithered to death with all these idiots around me.
We still have a few roads like that down here but they are, sadly, much more far and few between than they once were. The high banks are more reminiscent of French Bocage countryside, which keeps you very honest on the bends.
French bocage. You took the words out of my mouth there, Ken... (not). But you're bang on there. Pile into bends near my parents in South Dorset at your peril. Combine harvester adornment for the bold. Scary at harvest time when the farmers are subject to a giddy mix of sleep-deprivation and quasi-desparation. That's without taking mud on the road into consideration...
Just because I'm a well read student of history I'm subject to your derision.... Still, agricultural vehicles eh. You might get stopped for an undersized plate, indicators that are too close together or a tinted visor but these guys tool around the lanes with, what looks like a transformer with rigor mortis bolted to the back of a tractor where the only working light is pointing up his own inbred nose. Oops! Went off on one again there for a minute...
