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Seemed a shame to miss out of the good weather, and knowing JohnnyBoxer had recently taken collection of one of finest machines known to man we met for a ride out in the Dales. Now I’ve not done a huge amount of riding in the Dales as I generally found it a bit ‘busy’. Due to my new found leisure time (redundant, nearly a year now) and a pass-out from Bev here was an opportunity to have a ride around when there should be fewer folk (ignoring the unemployed and OAPS of course).
My Serow is white…it says so on the log-book! It is flashed with ‘magenta’ which seems to lead to some confusion amongst many of my ‘friends’ (and wife!). Many people are under the misunderstanding that it is ‘pink’…oh for goodness sake. Anyway, luckily I had an old ‘magenta’ sheepskin sat around doing nowt so I cut it down for use on the bike. As it was a scorcher I negated the safety wear and stuck a pair of flares and my olde worlde dainese racing gloves on and set out for Johnny’s. Unfortunately my camera was set on some small file size so the pics are a bit poor.
As those of you that know Sir John of Boxer will be well aware he has an encyclopaedic knowledge of green lanes and trails, no maps (certainly no electrickery) just superb recall and memory.
First picture up on Witton Moor – there was a nice chalk message on the gate we came through ‘who keeps leaving this gate open’…not us! Beautiful long trails took us down into Wensleydale and on towards Leyburn. Not before John took us up a trail I’ve never seen before in me life, ridden past it a million times, a narrow gap with overhanging branches and lots of rocks and loose stones in a bit of a trench that all combined to make an interesting route popping up just before Leyburn itself. A quick fill up for John and cold water all round.
My Serow is white…it says so on the log-book! It is flashed with ‘magenta’ which seems to lead to some confusion amongst many of my ‘friends’ (and wife!). Many people are under the misunderstanding that it is ‘pink’…oh for goodness sake. Anyway, luckily I had an old ‘magenta’ sheepskin sat around doing nowt so I cut it down for use on the bike. As it was a scorcher I negated the safety wear and stuck a pair of flares and my olde worlde dainese racing gloves on and set out for Johnny’s. Unfortunately my camera was set on some small file size so the pics are a bit poor.
As those of you that know Sir John of Boxer will be well aware he has an encyclopaedic knowledge of green lanes and trails, no maps (certainly no electrickery) just superb recall and memory.
First picture up on Witton Moor – there was a nice chalk message on the gate we came through ‘who keeps leaving this gate open’…not us! Beautiful long trails took us down into Wensleydale and on towards Leyburn. Not before John took us up a trail I’ve never seen before in me life, ridden past it a million times, a narrow gap with overhanging branches and lots of rocks and loose stones in a bit of a trench that all combined to make an interesting route popping up just before Leyburn itself. A quick fill up for John and cold water all round.