Yesterday was a noteworthy day for me. To get out on the motorbike, whatever it was, large or small, has always put a smile on my face and it still does over 50 years on from the first time I did so. But yesterday was different, yesterday I found that I could still ride "like I stole it" or at least "fast and furious"... well something like that. I was due to meet Simon (a fellow biker and school chum) for a pub lunch but roughly 4 miles after setting off my lefthand bar mirror swung round so that it was impersonating a loose sail on a small boat. I can't ride like that so pulled into a layby and rectified the situation but that meant I was now running a few minutes late.
Yes, there was the dual carriageway route but where's the fun in that? My mind was set on the backroads route and I was sticking with it but it would just have to be ridden a bit quicker. So it was. No more plodding along, not even zipping along, this was all or nothing "go for it" riding, me having a blast. And I did. I was still a few minutes late arriving at the pub but that was due to three sets of traffic light controlled road works and I am not a "bad boy" so I do respect the red/amber/green even if I treat speed limits as advisory rather than mandatory...
