My ride today was 'up the dale' from my static caravan in north Yorkshire.
Wensleydale is the dale in question, and given the constant ups and downs it's a job for my ebike, currently resident in the caravan.
Within a few hundred yards I'm on a climb which qualifies for a black arrow or two on the
Ordnance Survey map.
That done, it's 'undulating' to my target destination of Masham.
As you can see, most people on two wheels around here have much bigger motors than me.
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I had my usual delicious bacon and egg roll from the Bordar House cafe, which is just to the left of the pic.
One of the motorcyclists was doing the same, and we had a few words.
He was riding a 1,000cc Honda, not bad for an 83-year-old.
Very well spoken gent who it turned out was a former poultry producer who had retired after flogging a 400 acre farm near Thirsk, no doubt for a vast sum.
That was in 1989, but he was still bitter about the Inland Revenue who he said 'raided' his house looking for Old Master paintings, which they were convinced he was collecting to avoid tax.
A lot of money, or should I say 'brass' in this part of the world.
The Ducati on the right of the pic was a 16-reg and would probably have cost more than £12,000.
Chat completed, I nipped round to the Co-op for a pint of milk before setting off back to the caravan.
Some rain on the return, but at least it was fairly warm.
About 19 miles, and as Magnus Magnusson could have said 'no (close) passes'.