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Thanks – BIG thanks – to everyone who came and ran the RC stand at the re­cent Stafford Show. It was as busy and as hec­tic as it al­ways is, and in case you were won­der­ing, Rowena stayed at the work­face to en­sure that this is­sue zapped off to press on time. I of course skived off for a week­end of beer and hot dogs … I mean, let­tuce and weak tea. Mostly.

An en­ter­tain­ing side ef­fect of this tem­po­rary ar­range­ment was that as the ex­cel­lent folk at Mor­tons’ HQ set up the RC stand for me, I was able to ride up, rather than en­dur­ing mo­tor­way hell in the car. We usu­ally cart a pile of stuff for the stand, but … if you no­ticed that that stand was a lit­tle bare, that’s be­cause I rode from Bude to Stafford. And… what a dif­fer­ence it makes!

The trek from RCHQ Bude takes be­tween six and seven hours, usu­ally, in­volves a lot of very te­dious mo­tor­way mileage, and ends with both Rowena and me tired and maybe a lit­tle frac­tious. That’s just how it is. How­ever…

Sev­eral read­ers com­mented on my gen­eral bounci­ness over the week­end, as well as my ob­vi­ously mo­tor­cy­cle-ori­ented ap­parel. The two are con­nected. OK, so the PTW (dare I use that ex­pres­sion in clas­sic com­pany?) was mod­ern, but the sheer daft en­ter­tain­ment of the ride was ex­cep­tional. I had all day Fri­day to ride up, and all day Mon­day to ride home, which meant that I didn’t need to choose the most di­rect and short­est route. So I didn’t. In­stead I chose roads I know, roads I en­joy, and on the Sun­day night I broke the jour­ney in Shrop­shire so that I could de­tour into Wales while head­ing south on the fol­low­ing day. This all made the trip some­thing of a mi­nor ad­ven­ture rather than a chore. And it was great.

It is too easy to for­get how ex­hil­a­rat­ing and re­ward­ing a de­cent ride can be, and the de­light of the blaz­ing heat of Fri­day’s north­ward trek was in no way di­min­ished by Mon­day’s oc­ca­sional showers. Mod­ern rid­ing gear is ex­cel­lent, and I re­mained as dry as the prover­bial bone.

As al­ways, the chat on the RC stand ranged across a vast ar­ray of topics, mostly – but not all – mo­tor­cy­cle re­lated, and a lot of it con­cerned RC and events. Back in the early days, as I was re­minded many times, we at­tended many events, vary­ing from huge na­tional bashes like Stafford to tiny lo­cal shows. More than one reader won­dered whether we would con­sider at­tend­ing more events – as we used to. The an­swer var­ied, de­pend­ing on how I was feel­ing, so apolo­gies here if I’m con­tra­dict­ing my­self.

Rowena has a moun­tain of aca­demic work to com­plete this sum­mer, which leaves me with a few de­cent rid­ing op­por­tu­ni­ties, and I al­ready have sev­eral plans to get out there, some of them very var­ied – did you know there’s a great café at Dunkeswell air­field? Nei­ther did I, but I hope to check it out.

There is of course a tiny moral to this tale – the more rid­ing and the less driv­ing, the more I en­joy events. Strange, isn’t it? Or maybe not. Ride safely Frank West­worth Frank@re­al­clas­sic.net

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