F is for Folly#

Sat Jul 13 18:33:44 2024

F is for Folly - specifically, Folly Arch: "a prominent North Mymms landmark since the first half of the 18th century."

Half the route was boring town riding, but once past Enfield it gets quite scenic-twisty-country-lane with bad sightlines and occasional gravel. The fuel light came on at about 120 miles, so I filled the tank but forgot to reset the trip counter.

Detoured on the journey home to visit my aunt and uncle near Hertford (hi, if you're reading this, and thank you for coffee and cake) which was not only great to see them but also the roads between North Mymms and them are a lot more fun than between home and North Mymms.

Home from Hertford down the A10 and A406, which is direct if nothing else. Direct and nothing much else, in truth.

Filtered a bit, when the opportunity presented itself. Rode the bike up the kerb and into the front garden without stalling it at all, which I think is a milestone in throttle/clutch control

One weird thing: a few times I felt the back of the bike move sideways unexpectedly, not unlike tramlining on a pedal cycle. At least one of those occasions was on gravel, which seems like a partial explanation, so maybe the others were gravel I didn't see, or crosswinds? Not scary, just a bit puzzling

I mean, maybe this is how its supposed to be but the tyres were underinflated previously.

I did consider it could be actual tramlining but I'd have thought the tyre was far too wide for that to be a thing on motorbikes

Note to self: reset the trip counter at 155 miles