The missus has crashed pretty bad.
Out with her friends and knocked off by one of them, slammed the floor, fractured shoulder, dislocated requiring general anesthetic to put it back.
In sling, no pain.
Sulking.
The ride started off with rain and slippy rock massive climb...oh dear
We started it from an underpass under that motorway and it was pretty much that all the way up.
No quads allowed , but these pot smoking locals were chillin.
Miles and miles of this, endless reservoirs
All a bit low...
Jayzuz, that was a day.
Completely knackered.
Saddleworth Moor, an area burned into
the British Psyche, such horrors, such beauty.
Got in at 8pm, fell asleep on the couch.
The good days
I was going to drive to another country today, but weve decided to stay in England, the desolate moors.
Reservoirs, canal tunnels, proper northern stuff
Ive had a few, but its always good when the meeting goes well.
Youre instantly reminded of a past you, it kind of organises your travel through time.
I met an ex I had seen for decades and before I knew it another decade had passed since the meeting.
The guy I ride with, Dan is an old friend...
My Brose needed new main bearings sprag clutch and planetary gears.
350 quid including upgraded bearings.
It was making some pretty terminal noises before I had it repaired.