Saturday, 4 May 2013

Porsche Play 17/04/13


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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