Well that was a bit of a giggle. I was late getting going as usual, so had to ride like a bit of cunt to get there on time. 40 miles in 40 minutes may not sound like much but with knobbly tyres on wet roads with several 30mph villages thrown in, it was a bit hairy. 40 bikes turned up, mostly the sort of things sensible people use to tackle trails that are mainly wet mud on top of chalk. The exceptions were me (the only Tiger) & a couple of 1200 GS's. I immediately noticed the number of new tyres present, & wondered if I'd regret turning up with very worn & rounded knobblies (for big trailie values of knobblies). The answer became very clear very quickly, & it was a big fat 'YES'. The organisers did a little pre-ride spiel along the lines of "we'll be sticking to the by-ways, but if you want to do your own thing & meet up for lunch, that's fine - just don't tell the land wardens you're with us if you get busted". No road captain bollocks here then. There were going to be three groups - one for novices & big trailies which would avoid the deep ruts & worst of the mud, one for intermediates which would suit people on small bikes who weren't very experienced & masochists on big trailies, & the final group for everyone else (definitely no big trailies). Needless to say I went for the middle group, which had around 10 people, all on sensible bikes apart from me & a 1200GS. We set off once I'd finished fending off all the "what the *fuck* is that?!?" questions directed at RatTig, & it didn't take long to regret my tyre choice. Or rather my total apathy towards tyre choice. I was OK for traction, but the front tyre may as well have been a slick. It didn't self-clean at all, so I ended up with a mud dohnut after only a few yards. Standing up was out of the question as I was constantly having to jab a foot down to stop the front shooting out sideways, which made for very tiring progress. Somehow I managed to keep it upright all day though, unlike the GS which did an impressive sideways half-roll in front of me, taking out the screen mounts, a spotlight & a footpeg in the process, & squishing a crashbar into the tank. I decided to call it a day at the lunch stop, mainly because it was on the right side of the Plain & I didn't fancy going all the way back down to Andover then have to ride home in the dark & rain. Little 35 watt enduro headlights ain't great for that sort of thing. The rain started a few hundred yards from home so I timed it perfectly. All in all a bloody good but very tiring day. There's another one planned for early July which I'll probably do on RatTig if it hasn't been raining all week beforehand, but I think I'll stick to more sensible bikes for winter trailrides. Some pics: url: [URL]http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2112865&id=1357073246&l=8a6ee09e0d[/URL]