It's a year since I rode with the Goteburg guys, and we are on the behuslan coast north of the city again. Anders is a natural leader with an eidetic memory. Carefully study the map for twisty lanes to have fun in, and he commits them to memory. Today the women are with us. A wife and a girlfriend. Per changed his bike and now sits astride a monster 2.3 litre Triumph Rocket Three. As last year it's a sunny day on this beautiful coast. Fish lunch at a harbour could not be better. The guys swap motorcycles and women (or should I say the women swap pillion seats and drivers) often. Elsa and I are content not to be involved in the swapping. Last night these two pleasant and sensible young women kept us sober ready for today. Good work ladies. They had permission to do so before we started on the beer. Actually how sensible? They are bikers wives.
On the registration plate of Anders Yamaha there is a space just big enough for a fluorescent smiley face. I'm riding number two herring bone pattern to his right and rear. The others follow on left and right zigzag. I am honestly happy to follow. My leading days are done, unless I absolutely have to. Am I still talking about riding motorbikes on a sunny day. No, not exactly.
Thanks to the gang for a wonderful weekend. I'll see the guys for the motorcycle show in Birmingham in November.
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