So it was my chance to get out today for my first trail ride since early November. Socially distanced of course, only three of us and all firmly in the 'old fart ' category
Tim hasn't been on a trail ride for over 10 years , so he turns up on a 2 year old KTM 350 and then in conversation throws in that he was the winner in the over 60's enduro category last year , so we now have a ringer ?
Anyway, we set off doing the lanes on and around the A37 in Somerset, most were quite dry for this time of the year..........
We passed the time of day with several horse riders that were out, one young lady exclaimed 'there's a lot of you out today' , I suppose some of the horse riders have still been out during lockdown and I don't blame them as they are only riding locally and now they're surprised to see bikes out on the lanes again.
Some 'nature' here for Michelle, if you look closely you can see primroses growing on the bank of this sunken lane...............
I do like a ford crossing and my mate Tone takes a damned fine photo.............
Time for a break after the ford, out with the sandwiches, flasks of coffee and a good old chinwag..............
So on one of the last lanes of the day we come to a ford (of sorts) and have a look at it from the safety of the bridge. Now in the past we've ridden through it with no problem whatsoever , it was hard to gauge the depth as the water was murky but I decided to go for it.
The water turned out to be no problem at all but the surface underneath was pure silt. I stalled and when i put my leg down it sunk into about a foot of water and then a foot of silt. Thank god , big Tone waded in and steadied the bike while I got off and then it took all three of us to pull it back out. As we rode the rest of the lane I could harly ride as the weight of the water in my boot was pulling my leg off so I had to make a stop to sort things out
Anyway , no fish or any other aquatic life were harmed while I made my feck up. I returned home to my garage and spent the next hour on 'leg maintenance'