Well like most of the UK today, the weather was glorious, albeit a bit chilly. Off to Willigham woods to look at the bikes.
Good weather in your neck of the woods certainly does bring the bikes out of, well, the woodwork! Looks like a fantastic day, @Bikerman. One filled with blue skies and lots of motorcycles. Can't beat that!
Well it was another glorious day, so I decided to go to Rutland, I was enjoying myself so much I forgot to take some pictures, I did manage a few mind. This was at Sutton Bassett
It wasn't bad, that's for sure. We've had a few good weeks now. Just hope it'll continue well into the summer
This is our Tucson temperature as I type this. I think we're well into summer already! Actually, next weekend is supposed to have highs in the 70's....thankfully.
What's left of our so called roads over here would melt in those temperatures. In all fairness, you can't really ride in comfort when the needle hits those highs.
Well, you're right, @Bikerman. But "comfort" can be quite personally defined or at least experienced. I've found ways to stay, shall we say cool-ish, even in the face of 100ºF +. But that's if the humidity remains reasonable low and my bike is moving at a decent clip for air flow. I swear by my cooling vest under a mesh motorcycle jacket. But up to 100ºF? I'm really quite comfortable. As I always say, I'd WAY rather be too warm (or even hot) than too cold on a motorcycle. And, BTW, our roads do seem to be melting.
I know when I lived in spain, the temperatures would climb up during the day, it really took it out of you. Maybe because I always rode in leathers didn't really help.
Sorry that happened! What a bummer to have a great ride end with a trailer. Didn't take a pic of our Thunderbird on the side of a beautiful road the other day but if I had it would have shown a lovely road, wide shoulder, pine trees and meadows. I was on my Bonneville and handsome husband was on the Thunderbird; it'd been giving him trouble off and on the whole way (lose power, die, then get it restarted; and it'd run great until it did it again) but he had managed to get it about 10 miles from home when it died again. Rather than chancing it might die again in a way less advantageous place (like a busy road with no shoulder near home), we decided to trailer it home. So I sat on the side of the road while HH took my Bonnie home to exchange for the trailer. While waiting (about 40 min), a guy pulled into his driveway nearby and helpfully informed me it was going to rain in a bit (the thunder a little ways off may have already given me a clue). I shrugged and replied that I guess I was going to get wet in that case (did he think I was just having a picnic break??). With good fortune shining on us (see that little sun joke there?), it didn't start to rain until HH tightened the last tiedown strap.
Had a little spin round the wolds, in glorious weather, and came across this memorial to the Royal Australian Air Force, just outside Market Rasen
