Pan at the Shovel

Met Pete yesterday for lunch at the Malt Shovel, a pub about halfway between us.

The Pan was popping and banging and farting with its still unresolved ignition problem, and as Pete pulled up he was looking at his completely flat back tire.

As we supped the Black Sheep, numerous dayglo-clad riders on big Jap bikes sped past on their way to the Yorkshire Dales. "Must be nice riding on inflated tires" said Pete. "And on more than one cylinder", I replied.

Old bikes eh?