Decided to go for a ride to scrub off my new rear tyre last night -
A339, Alton to Basingstoke - and to practice my tutor's last instruction to keep my vision up and chase the vanishing point.
It is amazing how well that works, the whole length of the road at the speed limit, no panics, no needless slowing down, no comfort braking - felt marvellous.
Get more petrol and make the return trip, slower now because of "senior citizen tourists" and associated queue of "o'er I'm not brave enough to overtake so I'll sit right up close instead" cagers in the way. Decide to go down the A32 to West Meon Hut and ride the famous
A272 to Petersfield.
Well by the time I got there, 7:30pm Friday evening in late spring, I wasn't the only bike wanting to ride. The first 1-2 miles is fairly straight and I was soon overtaken by about a dozen roary crotch-rockets who sped off and disappeared into the bends.
I adopted the same strategy as on the A339, at the speed limit, chasing the vanishing point. In no time flat I'd caught the racers and effortlessly stayed with them right through the bends until we came out at Petersfield.
Does it get any better?