Porsche play 17/04/13.
My lovely wife has after many years of being patient finally
got herself her dream car. A lovely silver Porsche Boxster S. As with all things
hard earned, we want to enjoy them and at any time, like everyone else we just
need an excuse. So the excuse today was the fact that our son Martin hadn’t yet
been for a ride in the car, but in all honesty it didn’t even need this excuse.
The fact that after a long and hard winter we had blues skies was reason
enough. That was the only reason I needed to want to uncover the Triumph and
blow off the cobwebs.
So it was arranged, quite simply really as Martin and Sue
wanted to go for a nice drive, for obvious reasons I couldn’t go with them, but
they needed a guide. As we all know, there are roads then there are rider’s
roads and over the past few years I had collated a best roads map in my head. I
just wanted to ride, I’d already missed one glorious evening and I wasn’t going
to miss out on another.
We were set, the Triumph roared into life after its winter
slumber and then sat rumbling whilst I let it warm up and put on the last of my
riding gear, meanwhile the Porsche growled itself awake the roof lowered to
enjoy the evening spring sun and burbled waiting for me to ready myself.
The skies where blue and the hedge rows where an array of
fresh green budding shoots whilst the Oak trees stood naked still in their
dormant winter state, not so much the black shadowy skeletons they are on cold
overcast winter days when the sky is an endless white/grey, but with clear
skies the rays of the early evening sunlight shone on them revealing mottled
browns, yellows and greens as the light danced on the mosses, algae and lichen
that had attached themselves to these ancient giants like barnacles would to an
old wooden maritime ship.
We made slow progress leaving the village and I managed to get
caught at a junction, thanks to thoughtless drivers who at the last minute
turned left with no indication. Then after managing to get out I got caught behind
a bus, all the time the Porsche was getting further and further away, and I was
meant to be guiding. Fortunately the bus pulled in and I carefully managed to
make up ground.
By the time I had left the village and made the open roads I
soon had the silver sportster in my sights and soon I was tailing her. Ok so my
wife had purposely slowed down so I could lead but it did sound good while it
lasted. When the road opened and allowed me to make my move I blipped the
throttle and took the lead.
I wanted to take some video footage so didn’t want to lead
all the way, so the game begun. I would lead then once we had reached the
stretch of road I wanted to ride, I once again let Sue take the lead, I would
then, when a turn needed to me made nip ahead again and guide the way. We made
our way through the lovely tree lined country lanes with little blasts of speed
along the straights then shift down into the nice twisty bits.
We skirted around the edge of a town leaving the grass
verges and trees behind and for a little while changing the greens and browns
for the greys and reds of suburbia. Hedge lined junctions swapped for bollards
and traffic lights. This was only a short part of the ride and sometimes you
have to take the rough with the smooth to make the best of the time we had
available.
The light was now starting to go as the sun starting its
decent beyond the horizon the blue skies now littered with high grey clouds edged
with pink. We were heading home now with only open country lanes and two small
villages in our way. Sue no longer needed me to guide as she knew where to go. The
roads flowed into each other and as one fell the next began, and as the roads
melted away so did the evening sun. We arrived home just as dusk started to fall;
I had enjoyed the ride, a ride I had been waiting for all through the long cold
winter. Sue had enjoyed the evening’s drive and as she parked on the Porsche on
the drive and raised the roof the last rays of sun gave way to grey blue star
lit skies.
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