Every year, there’s a Saturday when hundreds of motorcyclists from the Vintage Motor Cycle Club come biking past the farm. The Banbury Run for this year was a couple of weeks ago, and I decided that we should go out of the farm gate and watch them go past for a bit.
The Banbury Run is for bikes made before 1931, and most riders (and their passengers) dress up in old motorcyle gear as well so they look the part. Seeing the run out in the sticks as well, apart from the entry numbers on the front of the bikes, you could almost be transported back to the past.
N insisted on taking his balance bike, and decided he was going to ride up and down the verge while we watched them.
It was so funny seeing what N did whenever there were bikes coming. He would yell out and warn me there was ‘another bike coming, Mummy’, stop still and then tentatively put up his hand to wave.
It was so nice how many of the motor cyclists would wave back, or even wave first.
There were so many different styles and sizes of bikes. Some didn’t look that vintage, but it was lovely to see them out on the roads (and surprisingly few cars). The stink of petrol wasn’t the best though. Thank god that vehicles and emission roles have improved.
I’d just planned that we’d stand at the farm entrance and watch the motorcycles go past, but N was determined to go for a walk and ride. He was off, and with me still in my flip flops following behind, he headed along the verge towards his aunt and uncle’s house. Along the way I was able to take a look at the hedges and flowers.
We walked and rode just over a mile, then stopped for a breather and hello with N’s cousins. They were a bit surprised he’d ‘cycled’ all the way. After a few minutes it was time to head back home. When we got back to our road, the cycles were still coming.
On the return journey N had his 13 year old cousin come back with us. It meant he had someone else cycling alongside him to keep him on track. It’s lovely to see how his cousins are with him, and great he’s got so many of them to learn from (hopefully their good points only!)
We didn’t stay for the end of the rally, but the sound of the bikes going parst the farm certainly continued for a couple of hours later. I guess 500 bikes at intervals, takes some time.
It was a lovely gentle way to spend an hour or so on an afternoon, and not only did we see the motor cycles, but we also got to spend time outside, getting the chance to walk which we’ve not done for ages.