Today's ride was 154 miles each way so a large breakfast was required before the off. Whilst enjoying this riposte I took notice of the weather and the day in general it was obviously going to be dry and pleasant. So setting my jib accordingly I mounted Jasmine and headed off to traverse the following routes. L1902 To the junction with the R389 a fast but narrow carriageway that allows for excellent use of the machine just keep your eyes on the undulations or that breakfast could be repeating on you. This route brings a smile to your face and gets the brain in the right frame of mind for the day ahead. Leaving the 1902 I joined the R389 another fabulous biking road with long fast straights and bends to match. Keep the throttle steady and on the legal limit and stick with it until just before you join the N52. The last half mile before this junction requires a rapid deceleration and moving about on the seat to take in the tight bends and bridge. Also watch out for cow dung as this causes some problems.
You then pick up the following roads which are all fast superb biking territory. N80/R422/N80/R445/M7. On joining the M7 it's motorway all the way down to Cork via M7/M8. On leaving the M8 it's a 6 mile ride into Cork by fairly wide roads through industrial estates etc. At one stage you are parallel to the old dock quays and railway lines. At this stage you are probably thinking errm was it worth the ride. However keep it going and then the moth turns into a butterfly. Cork manages to look both old and new as you ride into it.
Parking was EASY and I managed to find a space reserved for motorcycles which was free all day. Parking the bike and stowing my gear I noticed how vibrant the city looked. Lots of young people cutting about on their weekend shopping etc. Walking about it had an easy come easy go feeling to it. There was lots of up market retail therapy available for those of you bringing your partner. I would imagine that a long weekend would pass in a blur here and not much bike riding would get done. The only problem I found was that a good cafe was hard to come by, lots of burger bars etc but no sort of middle ground quality food emporiums. I had a wonder around for 3 hours after which I headed back.
The return journey was the same route as getting here except for one diversion. On the way back out of a Whim I called into a little town called Rock of Cashel it was well worth it as I stumbled across a fabulous Castle and Abbey. There was also a nice little old lady selling tea and blueberry muffins. So if you have the time call in and spend some time wondering round . Just don't mention the war, evidently the English sacked and burnt the place to the ground 😛