one of those day's in england......

'one of those day's in england' roy harper, great track, had it in my swede all day, i skinned out at midday, it's a cloudy, cool day, threatening rain, but whatever, if i don't get some miles in soon i never will do, it's got a definate autumunal feel in the air, low cloud, that still, quiet, mellowness that you only get as the year starts to fade away,i'm out on the girl's bike, the sportster, make quick work of the inner city ring road and out onto the 'b' roads, through the market garden town of melbourne, out past the old cheshire home, into pegg's green, kirkby mallory, [yep, same one as the famous mallory park] and into hinckley, past the triumph motorcycle works and join the old roman road of the a5, quick blast down to lutterworth and pick up the sign's for stanford hall, the home of the vintage motorcycle club's founder's day rally, pay the sick squid admission, park up grab a brew and wander around the numerous owner's club stands and the massive autojumble, the 'founder's day' is usually in the middle of summer, [what summer?], this year it was rained off and re-booked for this weekend, i bump into sweary mick and chalky, falling out who's going to buy the ice-cream's as usual,three hour's go by and i make a move, working my way through the back lanes of leicestershire towards market harborough, it's raining now, a steady drizzle, not enough to sting your boat or make it unpleasant but wet enough to get the sporty's back wheel spinning up if you open the throttle too hard, into 'harborough and onto god's own road, biking's worst kept secret, the b6047, fuckinell, this is a road, like a rollercoaster, the authorities have seen to reduce the speed limit to 50 poxy miles-per-hour due to the amount of accidents on this stretch of road involving bike riders, easy to get sucked in, the road laugh's at you, you drop into a corner and you could take it ten miles an hour quicker, then it comes and bites you on the arse, you go into a seemingly innocent corner and it tighten's up or drops into an adverse camber, spilling you over the white line, woe betide if there's anything coming in the opposite direction, into melton mowbray, [the home of the pork pie] and i need to fuel up, into the services and get chatting to a bloke on a new blade. i notice his trackday sticker on his fairing and we hit it off straight away, he dig's the sporty and fill's me in with the lc350 yam special that he's built,out out of melton and i'm on it, i used to ride this road everyday, wymeswold, rempstone, my finger's are numb now with the vibration, two-times- six- hundred -and twenty- pistons trying to jump out of the cylinders, my body is shutting down, white finger, personal vibrator set to stun, 220 miles in and another 50 to go, my leather's are greasy, oiled from the spit back from the carb,the sun's getting low in the sky but it's a lovely evening, i don't want to stop riding, it's one of those day's in england.........