A narrow byway of North Yorkshire, bridge over a little stream, recently planted beech copse, and an empty road - bliss
Well, it's never happened before in my entire life - I've been out for a ride on an old bike on Christmas Day!
I was putting the back wheel back together on 23rd, and you get distracted by something else, so progress slows. I came back to it 8.30am on Christmas eve, fiddled about with a couple of other bits, then finished the wheel off, but it didn't feel right, something was binding. Wheel out again, stripped brake down, and discovered I'd left a spacer out of the brake drum side bearing. Popped it in, all back together, and felt much sweeter. Brake catching, but left the brake pedal with more than the usual travel, and took it for a short spin.
New chain a little too tight, brake still catching, but engine sounding sweet, and calling for a few more miles. Can't do any more now, last minute Christmas presents to buy before the shops shut (and they're closing early this year with it being Sunday).
Christmas morning, got permission from the boss, so slackened chain, loosened brake torque anchor, both brake cam bolts, and then jumped on brake pedal to centralise everything. Tightened everything up with brake held hard on, and then spun the wheel - dragging gone, spins freely.
Test run needed on this lovely mild Christmas day with a hint of sunshine - couldn't be better! 37 miles later, I came home one happy bunny, and the bike sounded lovely, reverberating between those dry stone walls that abound in this neck of the woods. The smallest of twists of the throttle brings that rich deep bark back to you, whether between buildings in a village, or between walls out in the sticks - music to my ears. All that, and almost no traffic - absolute bliss.
Merry Christmas to one and all.