This weekend, we went up to a village near my parents' house for dinner with a couple of N's friends. On one of these. It's the first time I've been on the back of a motor bike and I had no idea quite how physical it is to ride pillion.
It was pretty cool to see other bikers nodding at us. In some ways it's like being on a boat; the way that people are friendly to other boaters and I guess it helps that we were on quite such a yummy bike (it does rather rumble). Not sure it'd be hugely fun to sit on the back of it for hours, especially not in town traffic with all that braking and weaving but 90 minutes each was wasn't too bad. Shame I was a bit ill on Sunday (still recovering now, sipping bitter lemon and snoozing a lot) as it made the ride back a bit unpleasant (high speeds were fine, but low frequency rumbling, weaving in between traffic and the effort of bracing against braking took its toll on my stomach once we hit town again) so we had to stop for a breath of air and some water; not that far from home as it turned out, but then you can't see an awful lot in the position I was in so I had no idea where we were at the time.
Thanks loads to R for lending me her leathers for the trip back; they fit soooo much better than N's jacket and felt a lot better than wearing a huge jacket and jeans.
