Wales vs Yorkshire

[betternotbigger]

Living most of my life in Yorkshire I've a natural attachment to the lovely roads around the Peaks, Dales and Moors and it's fair to say I'm not the only PHer who feels the same. But having just returned from a week touring Wales with my wife in the GTS (I told her it was a restaurant tour) I've come back absolutely brimming with admiration for the road network there. Not only do the roads snake invitingly through abundant scenery for mile after mile but they are quiet and so beautifully paved. Frankly the road surfaces put Yorkshire to shame. Interestingly, that's with the exception of the obligatory Evo triangle where I thought I was straight back in Yorkshire, not just for the character of the road, but for the choppy pavement.

There were so many outstanding roads it would be hard to pick a winner, but for sheer bonkers hell for leather switchback heaven I'm gonna plump for the B4518 from Llanidloes to Llanbrynmair and with a special mention for the smooth and enchanting twists and turns of the A542 from Llangollen to Ruthin (the Horsheshoe and Nant y Garth passes).

More the point, I can barely recall a single boring/bad road through the entire week. Never thought I'd envy the Welsh much but boy I am seriously envious today.

[Maersk]

BUT

They had Brunstrom for years and continue to be 'agressive' in that area....

[jackal]

Don't they put you in the electric chair in Wales if you're doing like 61 in a 60 etc.. ?

[betternotbigger]

Ask me for confirmation two weeks from now. In the meantime, I'll be opening the mail with trepidation each day.

[Wozy68]

betternotbigger said:

Ask me for confirmation two weeks from now. In the meantime, I'll be opening the mail with trepidation each day.

Ah I remember it well. 1995, me and my first 'proper' motorbike. A44 on the way back from Aberystwyth somewhere near LLandrindod Wells. I'd set off at first light on a warm sunny summers morning.

I'll never forget that feeling of fresh air in the face, the beautiful scenary and the breathtaking roads. ........ and then that feeling of complete dread when looking in the rear view mirror that was a jam sandwich with it's blues flashing merrily away behind.

Or the ban I got for speeding on an empty road at 6.30 in the morning. I never did find out where exactly he 'clocked' me. All I know was it was some kinda of fancy new fangled laser gun that they had just been issued with. ..... Gods knows what they use today.

Ah, yes great days. It also took over 3 months for the summons to gently fall from the letter box.