Now that the mornings (and evenings) are gradually getting lighter, I’ve been recording my trips to/from work.
This is last Monday morning’s trip down on to the Coventry inner ring-road.
Oh yes, and I may, hopefully, be nipping down to Andalusia on the Daytona for a long weekend.
In a couple of weeks.
It isn’t as simple as it sounds; I have a cunning plan.
And now, on with the film. There’s some music. A bit of rubbish singing. Some chat. And a really horrible idea.
Yes, all of these things go on inside my helmet when I’m on a bike:
Ahhh Coventry! Or rather not.
Fortunately the place I work is just on the edge of town, not in the centre.
Oh God, the Coventry ring road! Just how dangerous is that thing?
You’ve brought it all flooding back.
I’m genuinely (and pleasantly) surprised that I don’t regularly see accidents on that ring road. The design is mad, the surface is made out of slippery, and the joining gaps only succeed in throwing you off your line and either into the left or right crash walls.
Coventry. I used to live there. Total dump. But Andalucia on the daytona? Now you’re talking!