One of my Christmas gifts from TP was a ticket to the "Bike Bonanza" at the Shelsley Walsh Hill Climb course, and today was the day.
I had arranged to meet TP at the event and was out of the house shortly after eight o'clock this morning.
At this point I should mention that I am far happier with the R1250R after the recent tour. The gearbox isn't perfect, but it is much less clunky, and, with over two thousand miles under my belt, I am more comfortable with the way the bike handles.
Shelsley Walsh is only about forty minutes from home and I was just taking off my jacket when I saw TP drive up to the entry gate on his new VFR800.
We had a pleasant day at the event. There wasn't a huge amount of bikes there, and very little in the way of trade stands. If anything, low key sums up the day. But the limited numbers of spectators meant that the pits weren't crowded and we had our pick of seating to view the runs up the hill.
The obligatory shit burger and ice cream were consumed, before we went our separate ways in the early afternoon. TP headed back to Cardiff, and I headed home for a snooze on the sofa.
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* At any motorcycling event it is the law that one must consume an overpriced burger of dubious quality. Actually today's fare was reasonably tasty, but it was still pricy!
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