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After a couple of years of Covid postponements, we finally set off from Cornwall on the 360-mile ride to Folkestone, and the ‘Chunnel’ crossing. We stopped several times on route, mainly to fill up Luke’s thirsty Triumph, but also trying to fix my already broken hardwired USB feed to my phone (satnav). Good job I’d packed a powerpack, for it spent the next two weeks jammed in my handlebars. We opted for the scenic route through Dorset, taking in one of my favourite rides, the B3157 above Chesil Beach: stunning. Then it was the obligatory crowded motorways to get us to our much-craved Premier Inn; a long day.
After meeting our ‘Magellan’ tour guide, the rest of the gang, and a predictable row of GSs, it was tunnel time. The first time for me and Luke, but with a bit of guidance, simple enough. Even easier coming the other way (with no guidance). The first time for Luke riding on the right, too, but it’s fairly intuitive, and an easy learn on empty roads, you’ve just got to be extra-vigilant when crossing traffic, but for most motorcyclists this is already habit. Luke soon felt that riding on the right was more ‘natural’, but this may be a reflection of our own chaotic roads. Initially we munched miles on motorways, but after lunching in Montcornet, hit the more enjoyable
