Travel

La Flèche 2025 – Day 1 – Heathrow to Burnley via Peterborough

260 miles

Woking -> Peterborough -> Burnley

It’s that time again. Time to put work aside and put in some motorcycle miles. This year we’ve got a target in the Loire Valley – La Flèche. Le Mans is close by and probably gives a better reference point.

Looking at Heathrow from the hotel

I actually flew into England and landed on Friday morning. I spent the day working from the hotel. The goal being to mitigate jet lag as much as possible. I got about 5 hours of sleep on the plane and stayed up late enough to go to bed at a normal time.

At least it came with a salad

After breakfast, the saddest bacon sandwich I’ve ever had, I took an Uber to Woking to pick up the motorcycle from https://www.roadtrip.uk. It took a while to get the paperwork done and get the bags packed. It was about 10:30 when I was ready to leave.

First ride on a GS

From here I was headed to Peterborough to meet my friend Harriet for lunch. Last minute, I’d asked if she was around. She wasn’t but she rearranged things so we could meet up. We got lunch at the Key Theatre restaurant. It’s a great place, good food, bright and airy. Funny thing was it was packed with women. There was me and one other guy in the whole place. It was great catching up on family, friends, upcoming nuptials and garden weddings. Even escape plans if our fearless leader goes too far.

After lunch, I took off up the A1 for Burnley. On the way, I saw something that would make any skeptic say climate change is real. A solar farm in the north of England. it doesn’t seem to matter which motorcycle I rent, I end up needing petrol at the same place every time.

I made it to mum’s house about 6:30PM. The first order of business was to get tea, not the drink. I had suggested fish and chips as I’d been craving them. Off we went to the chippy where my sister used to work. I got fish and chips. Mum got steak pudding and chips.

A large fish and chips means large fish and even larger chips.

I could not go to a chippy and not get mushy peas.

Not your grandma’s mush peas

Tea was about as good as breakfast. Other than lunch, which was Harriet’s pick, I was batting a big fat zero. Maybe I have really become American.

Anyway, I had a great time hanging out with mum and chatting. I had to force myself to go to bed. It stays light so late and I haven’t really adjusted yet.