Easy Like Sunday Morning

My new baby, is – well – new. Very new. Running-in new, which means no caning it, wheelies, stoppies or donuts for at least 200 miles. So until the brakes and tires are a little less sparkling new, and the until the engine components are a little better bedded in, I am avoiding big chapter runs and roads that have an odds-on chance of making me slam on brakes.

As I am running within a limited rev range for now, I have to take it easy. Baby steps.  

Sunny spring Sunday mornings, though, demand riding. Even if it is at a stroll. 

I meandered down the A24 (a nicely predictable road, most of the time) to Denbies Vineyard, which is always a pretty destination, with decent coffee and an interestingly eclectic gift shop. 

Yes, it's close to Box Hill, and therefore lots of speed bikers, but there are currently road works on the fun twisty bit, so everybody has to slow down. 

Denbies also tends to have the kind of visitors who see a pretty bike and come over to flirt and get a better eyeful. Can't say I blame them, and it's nice that she gets the attention and I get the implied compliments to my taste. 

On that Sunday, a classic Jaguar club meeting took up 1 side of the parking, and a display by Henfold Birds of Prey was positioned next to the other side. I’m not sure the owls appreciated my engine….

(Either  they were glowering about that or the fact they'd been woken up in bright sunlight, when any sensible owl should be sleeping).