So last Sunday Sammy Miller's had a Royal Enfield Day at the motorcycle museum in the south of England just on the edge of the New Forest.
Initially I wasn't going to go, but I had the day off and the weather was beautiful sunshine so thought a trundle down on the Guerrilla would be nice.
About a 60 mile ride, I tried to avoid the main A roads as best as I could and so instead of following the main A36 between Warminster and Salisbury, which runs south and is extremely busy, I followed the small road that runs alongside the river Wylye and through a few quintessential English villages.
It was lush.
The gem of the day was a little coffee stop situated right on the wetlands of the river Wylye with a fantastic terrace.

I arrived at Sammy Miller's about dinnertime, just in time for a bacon bap. It was busy, lots of 350's and interceptors although I only saw 2 other Guerrillas, a yellow ribbon and a white/blue one.

And then a trundle home, through the New Forest (which is more brush land than forest) and home.

All in all a very pleasant ride.
Initially I wasn't going to go, but I had the day off and the weather was beautiful sunshine so thought a trundle down on the Guerrilla would be nice.
About a 60 mile ride, I tried to avoid the main A roads as best as I could and so instead of following the main A36 between Warminster and Salisbury, which runs south and is extremely busy, I followed the small road that runs alongside the river Wylye and through a few quintessential English villages.
It was lush.
The gem of the day was a little coffee stop situated right on the wetlands of the river Wylye with a fantastic terrace.

I arrived at Sammy Miller's about dinnertime, just in time for a bacon bap. It was busy, lots of 350's and interceptors although I only saw 2 other Guerrillas, a yellow ribbon and a white/blue one.

And then a trundle home, through the New Forest (which is more brush land than forest) and home.

All in all a very pleasant ride.