Edited by Brickboy on May 6, 2018, 12:51 pm
On Dartmoor yesterday, in the glorious sunshine and inside the National Park 40mph limit, I saw a rash of Gixxers racing around screaming their ultra-loud bikes at 60+ on very narrow lanes. I wonder if they all made it home or whether any impaled the numerous ponies that were out in force with their foals. Then there are the Dakar tourists with ally suitcases making their bikes as wide as the locals' tractors - they've fitted aftermarket loud pipes too and travel in large groups. And so the pleasure of lanes is ruined, the reputation of motorcyclists sullied and little positive is achieved.
Today it's so positively lovely down here that I'm spending the day in a gorgeous and immaculate garden just reading by the river. I popped into the south Devon railway for breakfast at the café at about 9am and sympathised with the R1200RT rider trying to strip off super quick and cram his gear and boots into panniers before he melted. Poor chap.
Home tomorrow and perhaps I'll sort the leaky seal on my GS and have a little spin in the evening if it's cooler.