Last weekend was a busy one seeing both of us out on our AJPs for a good long ride, between us riding from Oxford to Derbyshire and London as well as finding time for a quick tyre change lesson.
First it was my turn to run my bike up to Derbyshire to our mechanic for luggage solutions and a quick, but valuable, lesson in how to change a tyre. I have to admit that – being the first time I’ve ridden the AJP to get somewhere – for the first few miles I questioned what I was doing going to NZ on a 240 cc. It wasn’t long though before I settled in with a tangible shift down in my internal pace and I began to really see my surroundings. Hot on the heels of that feeling came the familiar connection and release that I get when riding…just as well as soon after I almost became very intimately acquainted with a Red Kite swooping down to investigate some roadkill! From there on in, it was smiles all the way…not even the cold and the wet could wipe it off. As for the cars flying by me, which would usually make me feel a little harried, all I could think was how lucky I was that I didn’t have to ‘fly’ anywhere just then. We arrived in good time, only a bit later than expected (but who’s keeping track? ;)) and the following day I got a lesson on how to perform a tyre change.
Mickey’s turn came on Sunday as we headed to the Ace cafe for Adventure day and a catch up with some familiar faces. A few times I thought he was shouting me, only to find out he was singing happily to himself so I’d guess he had just as much of a ball on his PR4 as I did on mine. We also got a useful reminder not to pass up the chance of a fuel stop when available, even in this densely populated part of the world. Luckily disaster was averted as a fuel station appeared just as his bike must have been consuming the last of its fumes…sometimes I think the luck of the Irish must be watching over us. Still…I’m glad we’ve got reserve tanks for the trip, just in case the lady gets fickle on us 😉