An earlyish start this morning saw me heading down to Kempton Park to meet Kevin. By the time I left the house at around 06:15 is was bright and a bit chilly, but the roads were deserted. This means I was able to get across town in around 35mins, which is interesting when you think that the same journey on any afternoon will take nearer 90. After filling up we headed down to Goodwood, passing Sandown on the way, which meant that by the time I got home, I'd seen three race courses. The ride down was great, except for some fool in a Lambo who had no idea what the speed limits were, or what a solid white line meant. What was doubly annoying, was when he was driving down some of the quicker parts of the road, he would slow down to sub 30mph to get a bit of a gap between himself and the car in front, pull into the middle of the road and nail it. Idiot. Nice car thou.
The breakfast club at Goodwood itself was magnificent. It was like a mini Festival or Speed or Revival with the Paddock filled with some lovely machinery. Riding into the paddock on the Ducati, I felt totally at ease, feeling that this was where the bike should be seen. Kev's bike on the other hand needed a clean and is somewhat battle scared. Nice bike thou.
After a lovely breakfast and a wander back, we headed home and encountered some serious queues on the A3 heading back to London. It was closed through Guildford, which cause havoc on the local roads. If we hadn't been on the bikes, it could have easily taken three hours just to navigate the queues. Crazy. Thankfully I got back home just in time to watch the MotoGP at Mugello. What a lovely way to spend a Sunday morning. Will I be going back? Absolutely. Its my new favourite bike meet.
The breakfast club at Goodwood itself was magnificent. It was like a mini Festival or Speed or Revival with the Paddock filled with some lovely machinery. Riding into the paddock on the Ducati, I felt totally at ease, feeling that this was where the bike should be seen. Kev's bike on the other hand needed a clean and is somewhat battle scared. Nice bike thou.
After a lovely breakfast and a wander back, we headed home and encountered some serious queues on the A3 heading back to London. It was closed through Guildford, which cause havoc on the local roads. If we hadn't been on the bikes, it could have easily taken three hours just to navigate the queues. Crazy. Thankfully I got back home just in time to watch the MotoGP at Mugello. What a lovely way to spend a Sunday morning. Will I be going back? Absolutely. Its my new favourite bike meet.
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