Our First BMF Show Peterborough

"Dad, I feel sick"

"Do you want me to pull in now?" 

"No I'll be OK for a bit"

"Are you sure?"

"I think so!"

Not the start I'd envisage but having had previous encounters of the “Dad I feel sick” kind in the Lake District where I chose to appease Ben with, “Don’t worry we’re out of the twists now sweetheart” . Only to have him throw up down the back of my leg, having only just managed to flip the front of his helmet up  in time to avoid what could have been ‘total carnage’.  I'd learned my lesson. 

When Ben says he feels sick, he really does 'feel sick' and so I pulled into the first place that looked safe which just happened to be a Shell garage.

I gingerly slipped off Mr T and helped Ben do the same. He looked washed out and very pale. 

"Do you think it might be the the two yogurt drinks you had for breakfast Ben?"

"No it's my jacket it's too tight, it's throttling me"

Ben was right! , I'd fastened the Velcro far too tightly and just about choked the poor little sod. In my defense I was only trying to ensure he didn't get a draft down the front of his jacket. Happily as soon as I loosened the collar around his neck the colour came flooding back giving his cheeks a healthy rosy glow . ‘It was my fault!’ I felt like crap but didn’t make a fuss. 

Well as we were at the side of a petrol pump I took the opportunity to fill up then called into the station to pay. The lady on the till was very interested as to what was happening, as they had been really busy with bikes calling in ever since the previous day. I explained it was the BFM Show in Peterborough. For my trouble I got chapter and verse about last weeks ‘Scooter Club Meeting’, still it was rather nice to be welcomed by such friendly staff.

Since turning off “George Orwell Strasse” onto the A1 Ben & I had been playing ‘Cat & Mouse’ for the last 15 miles with a rather plush looking black & gold tour bus. Ben was a little concerned as he climbed back onto Mr T as he had attracted a rather large crowd. We were being photographed by at least half a dozen camera wielding Japanese tourists. They didn't stop clicking until we passed the petrol station out of sight. 

As we had rushed out without eating I was starting to feel hunger pangs. The reason we’d rushed out was my fault again, I’d over laid by half an hour. Ben had set his alarm and was up and about at 0700. Me- I'd slept in until 0730 then rushed about trying to get ready as I wanted us to be on our way by 0800. ‘I wasn’t having the best of mornings so far!’.

Having had a battle with Garmin’s latest offering BaseCamp the previous evening, I was still none the wiser as to just how far Peterborough Show Ground was is from Rochdale. I have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on with it. I've been using MapSource for years and its a breeze to plot a route. Not so with BaseCamp I cannot even get the maps to load from my Garmin 660 and stay on the computer. 

Setting off at 0810 ‘late’, we had taken it really steady across "George Orwell Strasse" as Ben & I have re-named the M62. We tried to count the speed cameras but gave up at 23 average speed camera and 18 gantry cameras. It was a lot busier than I’d expected for a Saturday morning, there were loads of trucks and tour buses but I’m pleased to report it was a good clear run to the A1. Sadly that's where Ben started to feel sick. 

75 miles into the 148 mile ride, the exact distance being thanks to Garmin 660 for telling me exactly how far it was A to B once I’d plumbed in the show grounds post code. I pulled over at a lay-by Burger Van. Although it was showing 11 degrees on Mr T's temperature gauge Ben started shivering whilst we stood waited for our bacon & egg rolls to be made. 

"You can sit in the car if you want, It will warm you through", said the burger van owner.  

"No I'm OK" Ben replied sheepishly

"Go on, you'll be fine, I sit in there when I'm not cooking"

“OK thank you” and with that Ben climbed into the guys Mitsubishi and closed the door. 

I was well impressed with the burger van owners thoughtfulness towards Ben and thanked him again.

A cracking burger van owned by a true gentleman

Oh- and he used to have a bike (till it got nicked that is!)

After eating our bacon & double egg roll’s we mounted up and set off down to Peterborough and our very first ever BMF Bike Show. Not really great to say the show has been running for 34 years but at least we were on our way now. 

So why were we heading to the show this year? well that's simple to answer, the Adventure & Overlanders Touring Area. It's the first year that BMF have had an Adventure & Overlanders Touring Area but having attended Horizons Unlimited for the last two years I had a good idea who would be there. For one I knew Sam & Birgit were there having Tweeted with @SamManicom about Ben & I attending.     

Pulling into the show ground parking area I was immediately impressed with the parking and the well organised attendants slotting each bike into a parking place with loads of room to get about. Heading in through the entrance I wondered why I'd bothered buying a ticket on line (Ben got in free  as he's only 11). The tickets were listed as £15 rather than the £18 on the gate BUT you then had to pay £1.50 booking fee PLUS another “optional’ £1.00 for a Rapid Entry Bar Code. What a load of tosh, as every ticket issued at the gate had the bar code on anyway. There wasn’t even a queue to get in. Just as well as we  had to nip back to the bike as I’d left my mobile on still plugged into the charger! 

The first thing that struck us both was how well organised all the stalls and displays were. What made me feel really good was the security on the bike park & inside the show ground.

This was just one half of the parking area

Now rather than rattle on about how we took a steady walk around the displays, stalls and the bike club just take a look at Bens adventure by photograph.

Ben just loves Harleys! 

My head says this....

But my hearts wants this!

Brilliant bikes built by Kid's

Just don't ask where they got the frame!

That's better

Like father like son

Brilliant showing by the 

Royal British Legion Riders 

Are we there yet Dad?

Out of this World Artwork

The finish is amazing!

After a ride on the Carl Fogerty Experience Ride (a simulator which threw you about quite vigorously) we had a good look around the bike club area. We came across the RBLR stand where we had a chat, turning down the kind offer of a brew. We then wandered back towards the entrance having not come across the Adventure & Overlanders Touring Area. 

Ben had spotted a t-shirt stall where you could have anything you wanted printed either on a t-shirt or hoody. He then spent the next hour trying to come up with of a good slogan. Meanwhile my resolve was tested  to the very max when I discovered the bar which just so happened to be in the middle of the BMF Real Ale Festival. The BMF Real Ale menu available made choosing a pint a real tough call. It was just at that minute I was gutted that we were not camping in one of the the three separate camping areas available. Being a ‘sensible’ Dad, self control won out and I just had the one pint but ‘by-eck’ it was a cracker!

Whilst  enjoying my choice of ale sat outside the bar I got chatting to a guy (much to Ben’s impatient dismay) who was kind enough to point us in the right direction to the Adventure & Overlanders Touring Area which was housed in the barns on the right of the entrance. Ben perked up as he had a good look at all the best in show bikes on display. 

It's just as well Ben was enjoying this area of the show as he’d not really enjoyed the overcast weather and the huge bike club area which took us a good hour and half to walk around. Even at that we had only just skimmed the vast amount of clubs, secondhand bike parts and food stalls. 

Here’s Ben’s walk about the Adventure & Overlanders Touring Area.

The big grin says it all!

Loving the lights

One of Ben's favourites

Spot the Tractor Seat

Norman Magowan's Bike of

Leprechauns in Latin America

It's was really nice to meet up with Sam & Birgit again. Sitting with them as they both beavered away selling Sam's books, Into Africa, Unders Asian Skies, Distants Suns & my favourite Tortillas to Totems,  gave Ben & I a chance to absorb the whole atmosphere of the show. Sadly I was so chilled out that I forgot to take a photo of Sam & Birgit in action, sorry you two it won't happen again I promise. We were introduced to a lady who was concerned about her young son riding pillion behind his Dad. It was really heart warming to hear Ben tell them about his adventures over the last 6 years, especially the big miles he has covered in the last 3 years. Not shabby to say he is still only 11 years old.

I will be writing a separate Blog about that particular encounter and subsequent conversation as I feel so strongly about Ben riding pillion & it warrants further explanation.

He's behind you.....

One very happy chappie

And so with a heavy plastic bag full of author signed books, suitably printed t-shirt & hoody plus a somewhat lighter yet happier wallet, we returned to the much depleted car park. 

Should keep me quite for while!

Grabbed this photo on way out

'Respect the Sacrifie"

The ride home just flew by with Ben & I chatting away all the way up the A1 and across "George Orwell Strasse" without incident. I can most defiantly confirm,we had a very enjoyable day and the Adventure & Overlanders Touring area saved the day as far as Ben was concerned. Its a huge site and full to the rafters, it’s defiantly a weekend event if you want to take it all in. I think next year we’ll be doing an overnighter on the Saturday at least if not the Friday as well as there are so many bands on it would be a shame to miss out. 

Now it's just a case of getting ready for our next adventure, 4 days camping at the Horizons Unlimited HUBB UK Meeting in the all new location of  Donington Park Farm House Hotel near Castle Donington on the Leicestershire / Derbyshire border. Roll on a week on Thursday 30th May to 2nd June. 

If you are there please keep an eye out for us and say hello, we’d be delighted to meet and chat with you all. 

So until the next time ‘Ride Safe’ & be happy.

Last word goes to Ben!

'Nuff said'

    

70th Anniversary Dambusters Flypast ‘My Ride of Respect’ 16th May 2013

There are certain events that take place once in your lifetime, the commemorative 70th Anniversary Dambusters Flypast of Derwent Reservoir by the very last Lancaster Bomber  from WW2, is just one of those occasions!

Derwent Reservoir Dam - Derbyshire

Lifting my head from the pillow the digital display burned 05:25AM into my retinas ‘I really do need to turn the brightness down on that damn clock’ shot through my mind. 

As  I’d been wide awake for at least three quarters of an hour already it did’t really matter what the clock read,  I was buzzing!  Pre ride excitement had taken over, my brain sprung into action even before my eyes had opened with thoughts about being late, parking, getting Lilie Rose off to school in good time to meet Lefty at the MacD’s on route. Having read online that there was a planned 20 mile Parking Exclusion Zone due to Health & Safety the run up to the event had been somewhat  fraught already. 

Donning my dressing gown, I picked up Chris Stewarts ‘A Parrot in a Pepper Tree’, the second book in his trilogy and my second in as many weeks. I was unable to put  ‘Driving Over Lemons’ down, A Parrot in a Pepper Tree is even better. I cannot wait to get started on ‘The Almond Blossom Appreciation Society’, but I digress.

I’d got two lots of riding gear laid out and as the sun was doing its best to creep around the blackout blind’s I knew todays was going to be a ‘Kevlar’ jeans and leather jacket day. Perfect!

Before I knew it I was dragged back from Andalucia, kicking and screaming ‘metaphorically speaking you understand’ by Jeannie walking around upstairs. It was 0700 hours, time to spring into action. With Sam’s bookmark replaced & I headed back upstairs to assist with the lift from bed to wheelchair. You see since February we’ve become a well oiled machine. Each having their own roles and responsibilities. Lilie Rose loves routine, it works for her and so it works for us.

Once Lilie Rose was safely installed in said wheel chair, I was off to perform my own ‘3 S’s’ morning routine.

At bang on 0755 hours Lilie Rose, somewhat in shock, at the speed of being fed, watered, washed and dressed was now sat in the living room waiting for the school transport to arrive, a whole 20 minutes earlier than usual. We even had time to ‘Tweet” a photo of Lilie Rose & I as we waited impatiently for the transport to arrive. ‘Come on get a move on will you’ I thought to myself. Happily the bus arrived and after dealing with a couple of bemused staff asking what my waistcoat was all about I was ready for the off.

By 0905 hours, see how I slip seamlessly into military speak with the times, I hope you'r suitably impressed, you should be its the only bloody thing I learned in 12 & half year in the Army (OH, & yes the half year is very important, to me at least).

Half way through devouring my Mac D. Double Bacon Burger smothered in BBQ Sauce, Lefty gave me a very smart salute through the window. Causing half the occupants to look at me as if I was something special! Thank’s for that Lefty, you can come again!

Lefty ready for the away

It’s only a 30 minute ride over the A57 Snake Pass, one of Derbyshire's more famous biker roads, to Derwent Reservoir. The ride was slow and uneventful until a ‘plonker’ in the car in front of me decided after just  one flash of the indicator to pull into the lay-by cafe which was full to bursting. There's no wonder the lay-by was rammed as it is situated just 200 foot from the left turn onto the road leading to Derwent Water Visitors Centre. 

The fact I was ‘gorping’ at 4 police motorcycles at that exact moment the driver turned in, almost caught me out! I wonder just how would that have gone down in court? Me ploughing head long into the back of a moving car with 4 bacon sandwich munching motorcycle police officer as witnesses. I don’t think I would have stood much of a chance in somehow! 

Pulling off the A57 onto the un-named road that runs up the lefthand side of Derwent Reservoir it became very apparent that arriving as early as 1030 hours  was a shrewd move. We had been passing cars parked on every verge and in every lay by for the past 2 miles and with another 2 miles to the visitors centre the right hand path was one continues  row of parked cars. Half on the road the half on the footpath, strangely enough all straddling the double yellow lines that ran the full length of the road underneath. The whole place was awash with high visibility vest wearing traffuic controllers  demanding that everyone turn right around and head back the way they had come. 

“Sorry lad’s you’ll have to head back down and see if you can slot in somewhere as its totally packed up there” the traffic controller said pointing up the 2 mile stretch of road.

“We’re Legion Riders mate, we need to be up there” I shouted over the sound of Mr T’s radiator fan whirring away below me. 

He insisted that we joined the throngs of cars turning back at the small island 2 miles from our destination. 

“I’m sure we can find a small space somewhere” I shouted again, backed up with my best big grin. I’d lifted up the front of my Shoei helmet by now.

“Listen, keep to the right, no overtaking and just slot in where you can, OK?”

“Cheers for that mate, we will” I shouted back (it must have been the big grin that won him over).

Lefty kept his head down and his mouth shut as he tagged on behind me. Well you don't ride a bike and then be expected to walk 2 miles, do you?

Following one of the Rangers Land Rovers we continued past 100’s of park cars, all the way down the right hand side. I bet there were a couple of  Off-duty Traffic Wardens sweating at the thought of being let loose with their little machines!

Pulling up behind someone in a Rover 45 I watched as he almost ran over an attendants foot. How he missed her I have no idea! 

Parking up we de-bagged and started chatting to a couple of leather clad lads that had just arrived from CMC  Motorcycles in Clay Cross where they’d met for breakfast. A small world or what?

Who said there was no parking spaces?

After a quick dash to the loo followed by a short lineup to buy a drink, Lefty & I walked the 150 foot across the flat land that runs behind the dam wall. After a brief pointless debate over which side to go up we chose to head up on the right hand side of the dam. There was absolutely no justification for our decision other than we were already heading in that direction anyway! After a further 50  foot struggle up the steep muddy path. We eventually emerged at the side of the right hand tower. This was were we got our first glimpse of Derwent Reservoir and the whole of the Dam in all its splendor. 

The reservoirs bank was fairly busy already at 1045 hours but not as manic as the far side looked. Fate was looking after us rather well, what with me just missing the turning car, the friendly traffic attendant letting us past plus the glorious weather,  clear blue sky with just the odd cloud here and there.

After climbing over the small metal fence we clambered down the first 4 foot drop to get a lake side ‘seat’. We were followed by masses of visitors all laying claim to their own piece of gravel. Then we waited and waited and waited some more. 

You can see this Union Jack flag

on Granada TV Report

(you have to look very closely mind)

It's fun people watching, some sitting, some standing, others walking about looking for the perfect spot. To our left a camera man, complete with TV Style boom mic and tripod, was already well entrenched right at the waters edge. Any further to his left and he would have been paddling. Lefty & I had about 15 foot of space in front of us. I heard a coupe talking to the camera man, he’d been there since just after 0900 hours, now that really was commitment. 

1230 hours saw another camera man arrive and set up stall some 20 foot in front of the original camera man, just to our left. I heard the newcomer speaking to a colleague in German before watching his very high spec TV Camera start to slide precariously off the top of its case where the cameraman had laid it. It was heading straight towards the water.

“Vorsicht!” I said instinctively!

At 1245 hours you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife.  We were all so focused, listening for the first rumblings. 

It was 70 years ago that the Lancaster Bomber and the Spitfire, which we were about to see with our very own two eyes, had both been involved in active service over Germany. 

Without any prompts or warning everyone just began to stand up. There were two TV helicopters, hovering above the dam, they both flew the full length of the dam, Dambuster style. All of which just added to the crowds anticipation of the impending arrivals.

The German camera man asked a lady some 10 foot in front of him if she would’t mind moving back from the waters edge as she was in his shot. I won’t repeat her reply. She’d been there since 0900 hours and basically told the cameraman what he could do with his camera having only arrived a paltry 30 minutes earlier. Needless to say, a number of German TV News viewers will have a fleeting glimpse of the back of her head tonight.

UK TV & German TV 

One a little happier than the other!

Then, from the very far end of the reservoir came the rumble of the Lancaster's  engines. I started to shake, the feeling’s of pride, happiness and nervousness just rushed through my body all at once. Everyone around us focused all their energies visually searching the sky in order to get the first glimpse of this most wonderful of machines, the Lancaster Bomber. Masses of cameras, mobiles and iPads, all scanned the far end of the reservoir. 

It's Show Time

Finally the Lancaster Bomber appeared from behind the tree line, what an amazing sight. On the first fly past I took two photo’s of the Lancaster Bomber and then two of the Spitfire that followed very close on the Lancaster’s tail. The Tornado’s came past so fast I could only get one photo. It was simply mind blowing. I could quite easily have burst into tears right there and then. Even as I type this blog my eyes are filling up,  it was such an emotional experience and one that I will never ever forget. The sight, the sound, the huge murmur of the crowd as the Lancaster Bomber came into view from around the tree line all in unison, was breathtaking. A tremendous feeling of pride washed over me like a never ending wave of euphoria. I loved it.

Lancaster Bomber

Spitfire

Finally the Tornados

What an unforgettable sight

The fact that the Lancaster Bomber, Spitfire and two Tornados came back over the dam wall and then did another flypast was just fantastic. I tried my best to video the final flypast with my camera. The results are not of TV broadcast standard but it will remind me for a very long time of the feelings I had that day.

70th Anniversary Dambusters Flypast

What those pilot must have felt when they trained in 1943 to drop the Bouncing Bomb designed by Barnes Wallis back in 1942 over the very spot I was standing some 70 years later is just unthinkable. It makes me so proud to be British.

On the 16th May 2013 there I was standing on the banks of Derwent Reservoir watching an actual World War 2 Lancaster Bomber and Spitfire fly over the dam in exactly the same way it had done 70 years ago. 

With the third and final flypast complete they were gone. Heading over to Chatsworth Park were I’m sure just as many well wishers were waiting to see them.

Lefty and I strolled back to the bikes, said our fair wells and set off back into what can only be described as ‘traffic carnages’ but in this situations two wheels cannot be beaten, no matter what you drive. Within 10 minutes I was clear of the traffic and meandered back along Snake Pass, admittedly at a much reduced speed due to the sheer number of cyclists on the road.

As they say in Jamaica

"Grid Lock"

All in all, and I’m sure Lefty will agree, we had an absolutely unforgettable day. It’s just a shame Oggy was not with us to take some of is exceptionally good photo’s. 

The events of 16-17th May 1943 ‘Operation Chastise’ are  so well documented that I would not propose to go into here but please feel free to click on the following links to learn more about the Dam Busters.

No 617 Squadron RAF - The Dam Busters

Bouncing Bomb Inventor Barnes Wallis

Operation Chastise 

The Dam Busters Film

BBC Coverage of the Dambusters Flypast on Raids 70th Anniversary

"Lest We Forget"

The Iron Butt Association "We ride alone to be together"

The Iron Butt Association

IBA UK

Some of you will have seen a number of tell-tale patches stuck to the screens of bikes with “My local Riding Area” or a black & white back-plate running underneath the number plate which reads “Iron Butt UK  “World’s Toughest Riders!”  

So who are these riders and what is the IBA all about.

Well a quick search on “Google” will answer quite a few questions.

For starters the IBA was the brain child of one Mr Mike Kneebone over in the USA. His vision of promoting the Sport of Safe, Long-Distance Motorcycle Riding, brought the whole thing to life. The IBA is now a World Wide association with in excess of 50,000 members.(I’m sure quite a few of which will be reading this Blog with a keen eye).

Mike set the ball rolling way back in the mid-1980’s and since then it has developed into an amazing group of like minded long-distance riders from across the globe. Take a look at the USA based IBA Website for the full story.

Up until 2009 I had no idea what the IBA was all about but after a brief call from a close friend, that was to change forever!

Ron called me to see if I would be interested in raising £50+ for the Royal British Legion in sponsorship money by riding my bike. To be honest that was as much as I really took on board at the time. My reply was an instant “Yes, count me in”. 

I should have listened a little more closely to what the ride entailed.

The RBLR1000 (Royal British Legion Riders) paperwork arrived on my doorstep a couple of weeks later. It was then that the enormity of what I’d volunteered to do hit me.

We were required to ride 1000 miles in less than 24 hours. There were 2 routes which could be ridden clockwise or counter clockwise giving a choice of 4 routes. We chose to go North Counter clockwise, to say it was one of the toughest rides I have ever undertaken is an understatement. However we both completed the ride in the region of 22 to 23 hours and in doing so automatically became fully fledged members of the IBA UK . The feeling of pride was immense. Knowing we’d both raised in excess of £300 each for the RBL was the finishing touch.

SS1000 - Welcome to Insanity!

Getting to know the IBA UK Members was easy because they hold monthly RTE’s (Ride to Eats’) which is exactly what it says. Someone will “Call” a RTE on the forum and we all “We ride alone to be together” another of the IBA popular descriptive tag lines (my favorite if the truth be known).

Gaining membership to the IBA is quite a simple affair you just need to complete the Saddle Sore 1000 – SS1000 – in other words ride 1000 miles in under 24 hours. Obviously in order to verify (prove) the ride has been completed within the set  time period, 24 hours being the absolute cut off time you are required to fill in a little paperwork, obtain 2 witnesses signatures, one at the start and one at the end & yes it can be the same person. Collect fuel/stop receipts, the first of which is used as your start time, the last being you finish time.

Submit copies of your paperwork and receipts to the “Official IBA Ride Verifier” and then wait! The verifier will the plot your route using the receipts and joining up the route using the shortest route possible (within reason) and as long as your ride exceeds 1000 miles and you time is less than 24 hours you will receive a letter of congratulations and a certificate. Back-plates, sew on patches, pin badges and various other IBA merchandise are then available for you to purchase as you see fit. You will also be given your IBA Membership number at that time, in other words “You’re In!”

My membership started 20^th June 2009 and to be honest I've loved every minute of it. I had a failed SS2000 (Saddle Sore 2000 – 2000 miles in less than 48 hours) attempt in November the same year but managed to log another consolation SS1000 by getting an end witness signature in mid Wales.

There are so many rides that can be verified including SS1000, SS2000, SS3000 etc. riding 1000 miles in less than 24 hours all on consecutive days.

SS2000 - 

Rochdale to John O'Grotes

to Lands' End to Rochdale

Not a bad weekend!

Then you move onto Bun Burner ride BB1500 which is 1500 in under 36 hours. Do 1500 miles in under 24 hours and your into Bun Burner Gold territory BBG1500.

Documenting your rides in Europe opens up a whole new set of certificates SS1600KM, SS2000KM, and on and on.

Add to this more UK specific, 4 Corners – Lands’ End, St David’s in Wales, Lowestoft to John O’Groats , 4 Corners Gold,  End 2 End - Lands’ End to John O’Groats in less than 24 hours direct 838 miles or even End to End Gold – Lands’ End to John O’Groats via London taking the mileage over 1000 miles in less than 24 hours. You start to get the idea and yes there are European End 2 End – NordKapp in Norway to Gibraltar Point and various European 4 Corners too. Don’t get me started on the USA rides available to do.

End 2 End Gold

For those of you who fancy a more Rally focused there are a number of “Photographic Rallies” including one of the toughest 36 hour rallies around the IBA UK Britt Butt Rally or for a more beginner friendly challenge there’s the 12 hour Britt Butt  Light. Next year sees the running of the very first Multi-Day Rally the European Tour 2014 a 5 Day Challenge.

The USA still hosts the “Daddy” of all rallies though The Iron Butt Rally, 11,000 miles in 11 Days. Yes you did read that right Eleven Thousand Miles in Eleven Days!

One final mention must go to the European Ride to Eats’ which are arranged annually and take place Bi-monthly. There a fantastic way to visit places you would not normally venture to, meet up with like-minded people from around the world, literally, eat drink and be merry. Then head out the following day, if you stay over, or after the obligatory “Group Photo”.

       

  Germany RTE 2010

I for one have made some very good friends within the IBA Long-Distance riding Community and I’m hoping you will do the same.

                                         Lithuania 2012                                              

                                                      

The product of a miss-spent 2010

If you would like to know more about the IBA UK please visit the IBA UK Website where you will find details of all the rides available to partake in along with the relevant downloadable paperwork. Also take time to check out the IBA UK Forum for a wealth of Long Distance Riding information and banter!

As I started by saying “We ride alone to be together!”. So as you can see “The World really is Our Playground”

Nuph Said!

Happy Riding Folk’s.