A friend of mine asked me to help out her local hospital volunteer group with some of their PR and social media output, and being the lovely guy I am, I agreed.
The meeting was a good hour away and with the UK enjoying a beautiful end to March, the car was staying very much on the driveway.
I will freely admit that up to this point, the amount of riding I've done in 2019 has been restricted to short little hops. All journeys of a significant distance have been undertaken in my German hatchback so it was was great relish that I rolled the FireBlade out into the March sunshine.
In a beautiful twist of fate, the meeting was held in the 'corner' of an amazing 100 mile route that links the Dorset towns of Wimborne, Sherbourne, Shaftsbury with the Wiltshire city of Salisbury. Of these 100 miles, I'd wager that no more than 5 miles is actually straight. Amazing twists, turns and elevation changes make the ride exhilarating, challenging and rewarding in equal measure.
Being so early in the 'season' there was plenty of debris on the road, be it mud from nearly fields, stones from verges or sadly a few late pheasants, rodents and foxes. Ahh the wonders of riding in the countryside.
To cap it off, what trip of mine wouldn't be complete without a stop at a Cafe Neros? The coffee is the best in the country (IMO) and it makes others taste like dish water. Saying that, it has nothing on the amazing coffee in Spain and Italy. That stuff is worth the trip over in itself.
I got home about 6 hours after I left, burnt through the better part of a tank of fuel, wiped several dead bugs (various sizes) from my visor and finally locked the garage behind me. Sometimes, I wish all Friday's could be like this.