Just as I was about to write a post about it being a mildish winter down by the South Coast of England, we were embraced by a cold snap, leaving overnight temperatures below freezing. Being based in the land that transitions a rural and an urban environment, the risk of ice is raised exponentially and I promised Carolina that I wouldn't ride with the temperatures so low.
There is a slight tinge of irony as, when living in London, I found my limit was -4 and freezing fog.
I have manage a few short rides, taken for convenience rather than anything else. What can I say? free parking is free parking. Hopefully the mercury will start to rise again so the bike can get a decent workout.
This weekend gone, I popped down to the Bovington Tank Museum with my mate Michael, where, sat among the wide array of tanks from numerous different conflicts, sat this:
There is a slight tinge of irony as, when living in London, I found my limit was -4 and freezing fog.
I have manage a few short rides, taken for convenience rather than anything else. What can I say? free parking is free parking. Hopefully the mercury will start to rise again so the bike can get a decent workout.
This weekend gone, I popped down to the Bovington Tank Museum with my mate Michael, where, sat among the wide array of tanks from numerous different conflicts, sat this:
This is the fully restored 1929 Brough Superior SS-100, nicknamed George VI, owned, ridden and subsequently crashed by T E Lawrence, taking his life in May 1935.
Situated in a three sided glass display case, the bike may seem like a strange vehicle to find in a museum dedicated to the tank, but Lawrence was a local man, based at Bovington Camp and his final fateful crash took place less than three miles from where his bike is displayed. A fitting memorial, but I do kinda wish it was right at the entrance with the sun glinting off all that chrome.
Situated in a three sided glass display case, the bike may seem like a strange vehicle to find in a museum dedicated to the tank, but Lawrence was a local man, based at Bovington Camp and his final fateful crash took place less than three miles from where his bike is displayed. A fitting memorial, but I do kinda wish it was right at the entrance with the sun glinting off all that chrome.
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