Imagine for one moment if you can? You are on your bike, the weather’s good, the roads are clear,
twisty and fast – within the speed limit of course. All is well. You look in
your left mirror and there, behind you, in staggered formation, are seven other
bikes and riders – perfect.
Roll back 28 hours and the scene was slightly
different.
The weather threatening
rain, a group of eight DAM members, some of whom had never ridden in such a
large group, departed Bowburn Hall fearing the worst the weather could bring; a
straggling snake weaving its way through the countryside.
Experience levels
from low to very high we stuttered along in loose formation from Darlington to
Thirsk then York and Wakefield, stopping for refreshment at Squires and a pee
at Holmfirth, dodging most of the showers and skirting the rain that had
wreaked havoc in the north only hours before.
From Holmfirth we crossed the
Peak District to Chapel en le Frith and on to the Cat and Fiddle. From there,
taking great care to maintain the correct speed through the notorious speed
cameras – points don’t always mean
prizes, past Holmes Chapel and Joddrell Bank’s radio telescopes and on to
Chester.
Sounds great! But I
left out the bit about getting lost twice, several U turns and reroutes – not
always my fault (some blame must be laid at the feet of Maude –my GPS lady!)
and not to mention the sightseeing trip around a large roundabout on the A54.
No please Phil, don’t mention it again!!!
(This group leading thing has more
to it than I thought!) I forecast 5-6 hours and we finally rocked up 8
hours after starting out. Still we
arrived reasonably dry and more importantly, safe. Job done!
One Ruby Murray, a few real ales and a bit of rain later
(well a lot of rain really – fortunately all overnight) we set off for home
trying to avoid the rain and so going via Liverpool, Southport and Preston in
order to cross the Pennines on the A59.
No great panic in Liverpool but not exactly inspiring riding
either, then on to the coast near Southport and the roads got better, even if
the landscape is a bit flat! Preston on Sunday – a nightmare – what’s it like
on weekdays? Once past the M6 the road
improved as did the views and in fact our group riding! No longer a straggling
snake, now, on more open roads and at a slightly faster pace, we were becoming
more used to riding together, positioning and thinking as a group rather than 8
separate riders.
By this stage, having had few pointers from the more
experienced, the less experienced (including me) felt a bit more comfortable
and had a little more trust in the other group members.
Bolton Abbey station, our next tea stop, was planned in
advance but what I didn’t know was that it cost £1 just to get to the platform
where the café and most importantly the toilet were – bloody cheek - still we
soon got over that – well most us did eh Phil?
The setting was quite nice and they have a large collection of Tilley
lamps –amazing how many people remember using Tilley lamps in their youth and
not so youth! Would they charge us £1
to leave? The question was asked but no, it was free to go and you could come
back again anytime today if you wanted – our tickets were proud to announce
that they were valid for 24 hours.
Whoopee!
The final leg now, the weather was better and so was the
riding; the only downside being the 30mph “Sunday drivers”!!!!! Is it me or are there more of them about
these days? Things would be different
if I could fit two 30mm cannons in the Pan’s fairings.
We were home mid afternoon and in double quick time the
bikes were washed and left out to dry, just in time to catch the heaviest
shower of the weekend! Well at least we stayed dry indoors!
On more than one occasion I was fearful of the weekend going
pear shaped but in the end we all seemed to have a nice time and I learned
loads from the experience of leading the trip, such as:
how difficult it is, how rewarding
it can be, don’t trust Maude the Sat Nav lady, don’t start out without a good map, have an idea what to
do if the road gets blocked or you get re-routed (we did) and don’t panic if it
gets a bit out of shape! Most importantly - keep safe, stop and take stock if
necessary and Relax, Relax, Relax.
For me at least, despite the pressure of being at the front,
the weekend was good fun and a nice way to spend a couple of days on a bike. I
hope it was the same for the rest?
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