I had a lovely ride-out to Bury Hill this morning in the not-too-hot sun, which is a caff just north of Arundel in Sussex and well known by many bikers within a 50 mile radius. I go there from time to time.
As I sat down sipping my tea and looking at the ever changing bikes parked up and coming and going I realised how diverse biking is. Not only the bikes, which this morning was an average 100 plus with anything from a pair of very shiny R1s cuddled up next to each other, to a huge Harley which must have weighed nearly 400kg with a large bloke on top and an old rigid Triumph, to the folks who ride them of all shapes sizes and age let alone gender with clothing as equally varied.
And then there is riding style, the knee down screamers waiting for the next accident, fast but safe BMW riders, and a woman (no disrespect) who was on a large sports bike but going round the corners as I followed her really really carefully.
I love biking, and when I can't ride any more, for whatever reason, I shall miss it.