And then there were five...
17 05 10 - 16:37 Until the start of April, I'd never managed to sell or otherwise rid myself of a motorcycle in 8 years of riding. Well, I sold the CG125 to Sarah, but that doesn't really count, since I moved in with her shortly afterwards. But with seven bikes occupying the garage at wildchildHQ, things were getting a bit silly, and apparently innocuous tasks became marathons of climbing over bikes, swearing, dropping bits under bikes, and swearing a bit more.That all changed when at the start of April I managed to sell the GS400 to a fellow inmate of the Performance Bikes magazine forum. It departed, impressively, in the back of a Vauxhall Corsa, to begin a new life in County Durham. Then this weekend it was the turn of the DR800, or rather the collection of parts which used to be the DR800, which I loaded into the van and deposited in a shed in South Wales, belonging to my Tenere-riding chum Tom. It's future will be interesting to observe, but that story is for Tom to tell.
Of course since I was taking the van, and was otherwise unoccupied on Saturday, it would have been silly not to stick the supermoto wheels on the DR-Z400 and throw that in the back of the van as well. And thus it was that I spent several hours pursuing Tom around the Welsh countryside, taking in miles and miles of single tracks, humpback bridges, cattle grids, fords, byways, and other such things befitting of supermotos and 'adventure commuters'. We also managed on our travels to intercept a gathering of XT500's. Thumpertastic.
Humpback hooliganism:
Enjoying the view:
Llanthony Priory:
And a gaggle of Yamaha thumpers:
Tom has some more photos here, and I might try and get a few more of mine up on Flickr in the next couple of days.
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