Warms the cockles of me heart when there are bikes out n'about, zootling over hills and dales, sweeping the corners, tightening their lines, powering out of turns, deftly avoiding hazards, encountering vistas and panoramic scenes of majesty, the riders gracefully becoming a fusion of skill, technology and environment ...
Fair makes the ol'ticker go pitter-pat. Wish I was riding. Now.
Have a good ride there, have some good eats in Raglan by the sea and may the traffic be light, the weather glorious and the biker gods smile upon you.

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