The thrill of riding in a
disciplined pack is one that all should experience at least once.
Many years ago, in a universe that seems far far away, there was a gathering of American cars and bikes at a Burger King in Guildford on the first(?) Sunday of every month. A group of ten or so M2s S1s and X1s (for Fuellers had yet to appear) would descend en masse at the culmination of a thrash around the Surrey/ Hants/ Sussex lanes often via Bury Hill, Box Hill and Newlands Corner etc. We knew each other's riding styles and we trusted each other; there were no heroics, no surprise overtakes and no attempts to outdo each other. The noise had to be heard to be believed; it was like close-formation Spitfire flying....and I, for one, miss those days...
Norm, Kev, Betty, G, Roy, Garry, Tim, German George, and others whose names escape me,.... happy days! How about a re-run soon?
PS Who was that uber
Iti who rode in sneakers? And that guy with the 'Duracell' S1? And whatever happened to G?