So that’s it: the final commute home on the 640. As ever, it was alright in the city, utterly rubbish on the motorway and a joy in the lanes.
I left late, so it was fairly quiet outside the M25 – is there a rush hour any more? – and deserted on the way up to Wantage. Another superb ride, with the bike running sweetly and pulling strongly. Looking forward to trying that route on its big brother.
I’ll miss the 640, particularly now the gearing is lower, but not its vibration.