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Sportsbiker Ride out

Well, it should have been a meeting of the Sportsbiker riders and the Daytona 675 riders.

All had agreed to meet in Stow on the Wold at noon, grab a bite to eat and then ride off at 1 p.m. I'm a little late (as usual) but I'm parked by 12.15. I have a look round but I can't see any other Triumphs. Then a I spot a gold 675. I indicate to the rider to park up next to me, but I must have scared her and she shot off. I look in the hotel we've agreed to meet up but I can't see any riders either inside or in the garden.

In her initial post about the meet, Scarlet had given 2 pubs by mistake, so I went to look for the others. En route I spotted Roadrace's beaten battleship and Gareth's R1. I bumped into said owners and we started to catch up on old times. Walking back to my bike, which was parked at the other end of the Square, we spot a 675, which (I now know) was being ridden by Gavin. Gavin joins us and we sit outside the meeting place to have tea and a snack. We stayed there until about quarter past 1. Still no sign of the others, so we agree as a group to go our own way.

We set off towards Stratford, taking turns up front. Gavin seemed somewhat afraid of RR's battered bruiser and had voiced his reservations about being able to keep up. He had no reaon to be worried, he was more than quick enough to stay on the pace, which was swift but sensible. At one point I was leading, and surprised that I was keeping a decent gap up front. However, true to form, RR got a bit bored and blatted past everyone, showing that you don't need the latest bike with the stickiest tyres to be quick. Having no sense of self preservation also helps.

We get a bit bored of finding nice roads, only to have to slow down for the 30 mph villages or the holiday traffic, so we agree to find somewhere else to go. We turned back from Stratford and headed out to Fish Hill, via the back roads.

After having a bit of fun, we park up in Moreton for tea and cake. It can't be easy waiting for a living. It must be even worse when you've got 4 bikers leching over a young waitress, blokes who really shouldn't be sniggering about sticky toffee pudding, or (as RR did) say what sauce you've got and where to put it. Ah well, I hope it was entertaining for Gavin, in between listening our boring tales of yesteryear.

It was good to catch up with some of the old road dogs, and to meet Gavin, who took the photo below.


posted by kwacky at 6:56 pm