The Struggle Is Real
When starting out with motorbikes, I’m not ashamed to admit I youtubed the hell out of them and what could go wrong (crashes, equipment failures, dropping the bike.. that kind of thing) and I had a good laugh about some of it.
It turns out that it could happen to anyone – I know that now because it happened to me.
Cunting it to Cumbria
3 months since the impromptu flying lesson – the ribs are healed (generally), but the collar bone is still a little squiffy – it was time to see if I can do more than just short trips. Turns out that meant a wee jaunt to the Lake district over the course of an incredible day. Oh yes. The day started by blasting down the side of the M74, using the A roads to Ecclefechan, then through Gretna (Chris and Graham wanted to stop and do something involving an anvil, but we were on a schedule) and further south still to the Greggs in Cockermouth. One we had refuelled in Cockermouth, we header further South, deeper into the English ‘wilderness’ until…
Lake District Laughs
Today, the “Muirhell Angels share” posse hit the roads and went to the lake district. Motorways, ducks, mountain passes and hopefully some rider improvement all ensued.