Well, it was a right grand ride out today, it was quite warm apart from over the moors and the roads were dry most of the time. There was only Marc and I that left the model T and headed by the back roads to Seaways biker cafe for lunch, the place was packed with bikes, more than we expected. After our meal, a chat and a look round we were off again by the back roads to Scarborough then on to the Whistle stop cafe at Whitby where we joined up with David Pugh and his gang of homicidal maniacs and rode
home with them over the moors. Something like 180 brilliant miles.
