We kicked off the day with our usual grand meetup at Fromes Hill Cafe, where we were joined by Bonzo and Ray — because what’s a ride without a few mates and a solid breakfast to start the engine? As always, the food was top-notch, probably making every other cafe in the area question their existence, and we all stuffed ourselves silly, preparing for the road ahead. With our bellies full and our spirits high, we set off, taking the A417 into Leominster like seasoned pros — well, at least we looked like it.
Rig's Triumph Sprint ST in Aberystwyth
From there, we hopped onto the A44, one of those roads that makes you feel like a racing legend, even if you’re just cruising. We had to make a quick pit stop at Crossgates Cafe to warm up — not because we were cold, but because we were just that cool. You know, the kind of cool that demands a coffee break every now and then. After a little caffeine boost and some bad jokes, it was time to hit the road again, this time following the A44/A470, which had us weaving through fast, sweeping bends like a group of motorcycling ballet dancers — if ballet was more about not falling off the bike.
The ride was an absolute blast, and we followed the curves of the road all the way into Aberystwyth, where we finally arrived and parked our bikes right next to a sea of other motorcycles — we figured we might as well blend in. Naturally, we had to stop for yet another coffee (because when do bikers not need a coffee?) and took a moment to admire the majestic view — Bonzo’s shiny, bald head and the stunning Welsh coastline. Both were equally hypnotic, though one of them might’ve been a little shinier than the other.
After absorbing enough beauty to last a lifetime (or at least until the next stop), we reluctantly decided it was time to head home. We retraced our steps via the A44, all the way back to Worcester and the Midlands, where we arrived feeling like we’d just completed an epic journey… which, honestly, we had. But let’s be real: half the fun is the ride, and the other half is the coffee and the banter — and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of admiration for Bonzo’s head along the way.
