mcatrophy
Privileged to ride a 2018 FJR1300AS
No, I didn't drop the bike on ice
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Over Christmas we were entertaining various groups of the family, Christmas day, Boxing day, then we got one day of rest followed by two visitors for four days. So SWMBO wanted to stock up on enough food to feed several armies. There wasn't enough room in our freezers for all our standard stuff and this cubic yard of extra provisions, so we put all we wouldn't want over the Christmas period into our daughter's freezer.
Today, my Better Half decided we wanted our stuff back, so she asked me to go and pick it up. Well, the FJR has two panniers, so I set off to go get it.
Daughter lives about a mile and a half away, that's about a 3 mile round trip. Well, on the FJR it was 30 miles today, what with the sun shining, blue sky with some clouds, temperature 6C (43F), little wind.
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Roads were damp, some evidence of water run-off from the sides, but no problems, in fact I couldn't tell I wasn't on dry roads. Not that I was doing any peg-scraping, I was admiring the countryside, smelling the farmyards I passed, and admiring the bike's ease of overtaking the little traffic that was around.
Didn't take any pictures of the views. There is no way a picture can reflect the pleasure I get looking at a wide vista of green fields, hedgerows, cattle and sheep, all lit by the low winter's sun and long dark shadows emphasising the rolling nature of the countryside, occasionally the sun hidden by clouds, their shadows chasing across the land.
This low sun meant I sometimes did have some difficulty seeing, having to carefully angle my head to get my eyes into the shadow of the front of the helmet. And, had I been stopped, "Sorry officer, the sun meant I couldn't see my speedometer." Not that that's any excuse, but it's all I've got.
Went through some wooded areas, I'm sure the sun never reaches the road at this time of year. It was covered in damp and debris, but, again, had no problem negotiating it. Nearest I got to an "incident" was when a pheasant ran across the road in front of me, but didn't even need to exercise my ABS.
Eventually arrived at Daughter's, greeted by my two grandchildren (which probably made my grin even wider). Picked up our stuff (I've a nice padded helmet bag that helps keep the chill in), and rode the mile or so home. Parked up, to see my fuel gauge flashing and ten miles on the F display. Couldn't see that when riding, either
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While this may seem a trivial outing, I know many can't ride at this time of year, so hopefully this will help keep your interest up ready for your next "season".
Over Christmas we were entertaining various groups of the family, Christmas day, Boxing day, then we got one day of rest followed by two visitors for four days. So SWMBO wanted to stock up on enough food to feed several armies. There wasn't enough room in our freezers for all our standard stuff and this cubic yard of extra provisions, so we put all we wouldn't want over the Christmas period into our daughter's freezer.
Today, my Better Half decided we wanted our stuff back, so she asked me to go and pick it up. Well, the FJR has two panniers, so I set off to go get it.
Daughter lives about a mile and a half away, that's about a 3 mile round trip. Well, on the FJR it was 30 miles today, what with the sun shining, blue sky with some clouds, temperature 6C (43F), little wind.
(Click on image for larger view)
Roads were damp, some evidence of water run-off from the sides, but no problems, in fact I couldn't tell I wasn't on dry roads. Not that I was doing any peg-scraping, I was admiring the countryside, smelling the farmyards I passed, and admiring the bike's ease of overtaking the little traffic that was around.
Didn't take any pictures of the views. There is no way a picture can reflect the pleasure I get looking at a wide vista of green fields, hedgerows, cattle and sheep, all lit by the low winter's sun and long dark shadows emphasising the rolling nature of the countryside, occasionally the sun hidden by clouds, their shadows chasing across the land.
This low sun meant I sometimes did have some difficulty seeing, having to carefully angle my head to get my eyes into the shadow of the front of the helmet. And, had I been stopped, "Sorry officer, the sun meant I couldn't see my speedometer." Not that that's any excuse, but it's all I've got.
Went through some wooded areas, I'm sure the sun never reaches the road at this time of year. It was covered in damp and debris, but, again, had no problem negotiating it. Nearest I got to an "incident" was when a pheasant ran across the road in front of me, but didn't even need to exercise my ABS.
Eventually arrived at Daughter's, greeted by my two grandchildren (which probably made my grin even wider). Picked up our stuff (I've a nice padded helmet bag that helps keep the chill in), and rode the mile or so home. Parked up, to see my fuel gauge flashing and ten miles on the F display. Couldn't see that when riding, either
While this may seem a trivial outing, I know many can't ride at this time of year, so hopefully this will help keep your interest up ready for your next "season".
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