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Continue reading →: Hanging up your helmet
The days are, finally, lengthening. That seemed as good an excuse as any to drag the Ural from under its cover and clack-zag though the staggered web of lanes to Bibury. At this time of year the coach loads of travel-myopic, Bath-Stonehenge-Bibury-Shakespeare n’ Stratford-inna-day tourists are still tucked up and…
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Continue reading →: Balance. On a combo.
Today was the sort of bone-cold day that aches by the time you’ve ridden five miles. But so what? I was out on the Ural, not (as I have far too often been lately) stabbing with increasing irritability at my laptop keyboard in the office, fretting about clients, deadlines, the…
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Continue reading →: The Good Samaritan
5 June 2010. “For God’s sake!” For the third time that evening, Squadron Leader Martin Delaheye cursed his decision to ride the BMW. Even in mid-summer it was hopeless. You’d think, in June, you had a chance of getting home without half-drowning. But no, the rain had got to the…
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Continue reading →: Lighten our darkness.
Ever since my first evensong as a chorister, aged 6, I’ve loved the words of the third collect: Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee O Lord; and by thy great mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of this night; for the love of thy only Son our Saviour…
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Continue reading →: Summer Uralling
Today appears to be summer – so time to get out in the lanes of West Oxfordshire and do a bit of Uralling with a fellow Uralist down from The Wirral for the weekend.
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Continue reading →: “Council said ‘no’. Village said ‘yes’.”
Last night was the last Monday in June. To anyone on two wheels that means one thing – Cassington. If you have any motorcycling soul, you’ll be there to inhale deep of two-stroke oil, 20w50, petrol and the aromatic scent of warm, well-ridden old bikes. If you have any charitable…
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Continue reading →: The Big Society – red taped shut
Every year, in a little village west of Oxford, there is a bike event. It’s called simply “Cassington Bike Night” and it attracts riders from all over the UK and even a few who ride from continental Europe. I’ve been going to Cassington on the last Monday evening in June…
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Continue reading →: The RAF’s Revenge – Part III – RAF Broadwell
If one has any sense. one doesn’t mess with the spirits of a few thousand RAF servicemen. One doesn’t, particularly, thumb one’s nose at them by riding one’s German through-and-through R1100GS onto the middle of one of their airfields, even if they did technically “leave” in 1947. Sorry, chaps. I…
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Continue reading →: The RAF’s Revenge – Part II – RAF Broadwell
RAF Broadwell was one of the major glider launch sites for the DDay and Arnhem landings. It’s a place that’s pivotal in the history of the country. 515 and 575 squadron were based here. This is one of the many stories I’ve read about Broadwell: Harry Lingard’s story, like many…
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