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…
Outing to the In-Laws, or, out unsupervised .
For the first ride of significant length as the only biker in the party, we decided that we were off to the in laws to see visiting family- thankfully my father-in-law and brother-in-law are also bikers and wanted to have a look at the machine I’d decided on, so the missus was on 4 wheels, while I was on two.
Post Work Initiation
Apparently there is an unwritten rule that to be a biker in Scotland, you need to have a photo of your bike with Talla reservoir in the background. The lads at work were determined to get me one.
1st big Ride
Having Picked up my first bike bike, I had to get it home, so a couple of the lads I worked with were good enough to chum me up the road from Castle Douglas to West Lothian.