15-08-21, 06:39 AM
Weather this last week had been so up and down, that it was difficult to arrange a day out with the “retired crew”. The bikes throttle cables got a good lubing earlier in the week, together with a change of plugs and a carb balance. After doing the business with the Carbtune Pro, everything was hunky dory.
Thursday was the best day for everyone, but as it transpired, not the best for the weather, as fine rain started falling as we left our meeting place. This was certainly not on the weather forecast. Our lunchtime destination was the Winchelsea Beach Cafe, strangely enough, in Winchelsea. A lap of the better biking roads in Sussex got us to our lunch stop, just in time for more rain. With only outside seating, it was quite difficult cramming the four of us around the only patio table that had a parasol. The bacon bap was certainly nothing to write home about, so won’t be in a tearing hurry for a revisit.
At least the rain had stopped, with the sun struggling to put in an appearance as we left. Backtracking to Rye and onwards towards Kent, with Brenzett, Appledore and Tenterden flying by, on our way to a shandy or two at a pub near, what used to be, the Oakdene. With drinks ordered it was time to lap up the now perfect sunshine and chill out for a while. The damp squib start to the day, ended in perfect sunshine, with yet another 178 of our lovely English miles clicked up on the Fazers trip meter.
Thursday was the best day for everyone, but as it transpired, not the best for the weather, as fine rain started falling as we left our meeting place. This was certainly not on the weather forecast. Our lunchtime destination was the Winchelsea Beach Cafe, strangely enough, in Winchelsea. A lap of the better biking roads in Sussex got us to our lunch stop, just in time for more rain. With only outside seating, it was quite difficult cramming the four of us around the only patio table that had a parasol. The bacon bap was certainly nothing to write home about, so won’t be in a tearing hurry for a revisit.
At least the rain had stopped, with the sun struggling to put in an appearance as we left. Backtracking to Rye and onwards towards Kent, with Brenzett, Appledore and Tenterden flying by, on our way to a shandy or two at a pub near, what used to be, the Oakdene. With drinks ordered it was time to lap up the now perfect sunshine and chill out for a while. The damp squib start to the day, ended in perfect sunshine, with yet another 178 of our lovely English miles clicked up on the Fazers trip meter.
Whizz kid sitting pretty on his two wheeled stallion.