The long way home. Are there any words more emotive in motorcycling? Those four words mean so much and often lead to new experiences or reaffirm long standing feelings and beliefs.
7 days ago, my neck of the woods was buried under 6 inches of snow, which within 24hrs had turned to sheet ice, trapping Carolina and I in the house. Today, this was my view at lunchtime.
7 days ago, my neck of the woods was buried under 6 inches of snow, which within 24hrs had turned to sheet ice, trapping Carolina and I in the house. Today, this was my view at lunchtime.
Looking out across to Charminster, I was greeted by a blue sky and high clouds and no indication of the cold temperatures from last week. The roads were dry and the temperatures had surpassed double figures. Lets just say this afternoon seemed to last an exorbitant amount of time.
After finally being released from my financial obligation, I embraced those four magical words and let fate dictate the route. At key junctions, if the vehicle in front went one way, I went the other and I soon found myself carving along the light grey tarmac, getting a bit of a sweat on in my full winter kit in the process.
Despite the sun and blue skies above my head, the roads, as you would imagine, were still far from perfect. Mud dragged on from the fields by local farmers, combined with rows of small stones that rains had pulled from the banks made observations skills earn their keep.
The forecast is for rain tomorrow, mainly in the afternoon, but that won't stop me from taking the bike. Dripping a bit of water on my hard wooden floors will a small price to pay.
After finally being released from my financial obligation, I embraced those four magical words and let fate dictate the route. At key junctions, if the vehicle in front went one way, I went the other and I soon found myself carving along the light grey tarmac, getting a bit of a sweat on in my full winter kit in the process.
Despite the sun and blue skies above my head, the roads, as you would imagine, were still far from perfect. Mud dragged on from the fields by local farmers, combined with rows of small stones that rains had pulled from the banks made observations skills earn their keep.
The forecast is for rain tomorrow, mainly in the afternoon, but that won't stop me from taking the bike. Dripping a bit of water on my hard wooden floors will a small price to pay.
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