Went for the obligatory ride to Brecon again this Saturday, quite eventful:
Saw an indicated 185 on a private runway strip of tarmac road, but had to shut off due to nearing the end.
The R1 hit 10,000 miles on the clock on the way back to Abergavenny.
Some dozy Welsh bint pulled out on three bikers from a side road on the B4235, without looking, and I was the lead rider! Damn car driver brain kicked in and I had a snaking rear before I knew it – lol.
I road the B4235 (Chepstow to Usk) a few years back and it was a damn good bit of tarmac then, but it was even better this time around, although I’m still a little rusty so didn’t take it fast at all; lucky really seen as the aforementioned silly cow decides to just pull out – driving a people carrier too! Some dude on a Gixxer burnt me and my mate off after passing the near miss – I guess he was local, or just that skilled, as he had no damn fear lol.
I have about 3 tonnes of dead things covering the front of the Yammy now