With the Fazer still waiting for some crimps to complete my replacement reg/rec installation, I slapped some tax on the old Triumph, and after an oil/filter change and caliper maintenance, pressed her in to Sunday breakfast run duty. It was a lovely day to be out yesterday, departing our usual meeting place at dead on 07:30. After a quick rip down the A21 to the first exit, it was then a myriad of B roads before breaking back out into civilisation just before Rye. Being nice and early meant little traffic over the marshes to Brenzett, although the Triumph not having the brakes or acceleration of the Fazer, got me lumbered behind vehicles at the crucial hairpins. Then it was inland to Tenterden before swinging east towards Canterbury. The downer of the morning was roadworks along the length of the Chilham Bends. Looks like they’re installing a wide median marked out in red, to form just one lane in each direction. Maybe the red stuff has got Shellgrip :lol .
Progress towards Faversham was painfully slow, so our leader went into goat track mode, taking us way out in the Kentish boonies, only to come out one junction short of Detling Hill, and Mickey’s Rock Diner, our breakfast destination. The tea hut in the car park was ideal for our needs, making a sausage sandwich that was just right.
After an hour of setting the world to rights and generally talking bollocks, it was mount up time and high tail it home for a treble dose of bike racing on tv. The old Speed Triple coped quite well with what the morning had thrown at it, considering it hadn’t turned a wheel since about March. It desperately needs a rear shock, a rear tyre is not far away, and after todays exploits, a new speedo cable.
Progress towards Faversham was painfully slow, so our leader went into goat track mode, taking us way out in the Kentish boonies, only to come out one junction short of Detling Hill, and Mickey’s Rock Diner, our breakfast destination. The tea hut in the car park was ideal for our needs, making a sausage sandwich that was just right.
After an hour of setting the world to rights and generally talking bollocks, it was mount up time and high tail it home for a treble dose of bike racing on tv. The old Speed Triple coped quite well with what the morning had thrown at it, considering it hadn’t turned a wheel since about March. It desperately needs a rear shock, a rear tyre is not far away, and after todays exploits, a new speedo cable.
Whizz kid sitting pretty on his two wheeled stallion.