Sunday began as most do, earn a crust. Up at 7am, jump in the pick-up and go fetch some beer to sell. Collected it from Crewe (40 miles away) and delivered to two shops, back home by 11.00am. Necked a cuppa, then the wife went out for the weekly shop (I'm not allowed to join her for this joyous task). "I may be out on the bike when you get back, if that's OK", "why wouldn't it be?".
God I love that woman.
First warm up run is always Chester, y'know, where the Romans used to park.
Get the usual ooohh that's a big un. Eeeer, yeah. How big and fast is it? It's quite big and fast.
Off to the Ponderosa on the Horseshoe Pass next. When I get on the twisties I catch up to a Porsche (after chasing him for a while) who is pushing on a bit. I catch him after a couple of miles, but then he gets stuck in traffic. Ooops, picked the wrong place to get bogged down. Grow some balls and pass him and the two in front holding him up. That’s breakfast taken care of, where’s lunch?
Park up at the Ponderosa while I have a fag (Yanks need not make any comment here) and a bottle of water, where I do some more, yes it’s a Triumph, no, it’s a triple, yes it’s quite quick.
Back onto the A5104 where I have an entertaining, but uneventful ride to Corwen. Stop for another fag, OK I’m addicted to nicotine as well as adrenalin.
On to the A5 to Bettysey Coed (forgive the spelling, I’m not Welsh). I then passed a couple of traffic cars at the side of the road in obvious places. They are such a tease, of course I’m going to blast down this obvious speed trap of a straight. Doh. Then there’s a few miles of bends and I come upon a line of traffic comprising bikes and cars, with a couple of Land Rovers thrown in. I stalk each prey in turn. The cars are not surprised, but some of the bikers are. There’s a fat guy on a bus, with two wheels, who appears to be ill equipped with brakes and over endowed with a sense of purpose. Occasionally I overcook it, but get away with it. Hmmmm. There but for the grace of God go I. When I get to Betsy those I passed realise why they didn’t stand much of a chance. That Supercharger isn’t exactly a stealth addition to the arsenal. Oh well.
I head off to Bala next, via the back roads. Don’t want to embarrass anyone, much. Had another fag at Bala, and a chat with a guy from the Deva Legion of the HOG. Nice guy, but I thought, I’ll have you lot on the way home. Sure enough, I did. Lunch was served. It took a few miles to pass the buggers, there was about thirty of em. It was good fun though.
God I love that woman.
First warm up run is always Chester, y'know, where the Romans used to park.
Get the usual ooohh that's a big un. Eeeer, yeah. How big and fast is it? It's quite big and fast.
Off to the Ponderosa on the Horseshoe Pass next. When I get on the twisties I catch up to a Porsche (after chasing him for a while) who is pushing on a bit. I catch him after a couple of miles, but then he gets stuck in traffic. Ooops, picked the wrong place to get bogged down. Grow some balls and pass him and the two in front holding him up. That’s breakfast taken care of, where’s lunch?
Park up at the Ponderosa while I have a fag (Yanks need not make any comment here) and a bottle of water, where I do some more, yes it’s a Triumph, no, it’s a triple, yes it’s quite quick.
Back onto the A5104 where I have an entertaining, but uneventful ride to Corwen. Stop for another fag, OK I’m addicted to nicotine as well as adrenalin.
On to the A5 to Bettysey Coed (forgive the spelling, I’m not Welsh). I then passed a couple of traffic cars at the side of the road in obvious places. They are such a tease, of course I’m going to blast down this obvious speed trap of a straight. Doh. Then there’s a few miles of bends and I come upon a line of traffic comprising bikes and cars, with a couple of Land Rovers thrown in. I stalk each prey in turn. The cars are not surprised, but some of the bikers are. There’s a fat guy on a bus, with two wheels, who appears to be ill equipped with brakes and over endowed with a sense of purpose. Occasionally I overcook it, but get away with it. Hmmmm. There but for the grace of God go I. When I get to Betsy those I passed realise why they didn’t stand much of a chance. That Supercharger isn’t exactly a stealth addition to the arsenal. Oh well.
I head off to Bala next, via the back roads. Don’t want to embarrass anyone, much. Had another fag at Bala, and a chat with a guy from the Deva Legion of the HOG. Nice guy, but I thought, I’ll have you lot on the way home. Sure enough, I did. Lunch was served. It took a few miles to pass the buggers, there was about thirty of em. It was good fun though.