Last summer’s group excursion to Wales was, unexpectedly, a calamity-free success. We found great roads, didn’t misplace anybody in the mountains and there were no breakdowns, either mechanical or emotional. So, buoyed by our evident genius at road-trip planning, the Sons of Atrophy Motorcycle Club is heading on a two-day exploration of Yorkshire.
We knocked around together on bikes in our younger years, but as life tugged everyone in different directions – work, families, garden centres – we inadvertently stopped. The trips are a way to reconnect, share ace roads, take the piss and scrub off 20 years. In our heads.
As self-nominated Squadron Leader, I’m guiding us up the A1 on our Indian FTR R Carbon test-fleet bike. It’s the blingy one with Öhlins and, er, carbon. Trundling behind…