Sunday Ride

Had a lttle blast out to Cadwell Park on Sunday.
A friend was marshaling and had some free tickets.

I was going to go in the car as the weather forecast looked shite. Plus the fact the poor old car hasn't turned a wheel for some time now.
Anyway the sun was trying to break through the clouds as I looked out of the window first thing, so I thought I'd take a chance an go on me bike. It would be such a shame to waste all those lovely roads between here and Cadwell (sorry car).

Unfortunately all the good roads where clogged up with cars, vans, horseboxes and horses (not in boxes, with people on them). Every time I picked my through the traffic so I had a clear road ahead, the road was 12 miles of straight dual carriageway :-(

I cheered up slightly just as I entered Wragby. For a second I thought I was seeing double.
Out of a side road at some traffic lights pulled two identical R1s. With riders wearing identical gear, boots, helmets leathers, the lot.

I followed my identical chums through Wragby expecting then to disappear off into the distance.
They didn't, obviously didn't want their shiny new kit to get all splattered with flies and crap, they pootled along 59 mph. Fair play, every one has the right to ride how they want, so I whipped by them with a little wave.

Joy of joys ! the best bit of road on the journey and not a another vehicle in sight.
The two R1s now two tiny identical specs in my mirrors.
So I proceed to ride it as poorly as I can. Bollocks :-(
Maybe it was the frustration of all the traffic.

Never mind. I still had an afternoon of (free) historic racing. Cars rather than bikes but still some cracking racing.

A quick chat with Rob at lunchtime and a thoroughly entertaining afternoons racing.

The ride home was much better. The road to Wragby was empty again and this time I made a much better job of it.
Not mega fast (I am cautious road rider at the best of times) just nice and relaxed, concentrating on my steering inputs and my lines. Super.

As a bonus the road from Southwell to Burton Joyce was also (apart from one easily dispatched horse box) beautifully clear too.