“We must meet up again for breakfast, some time.”

We’ve been saying that for the past couple of years, the illustrious Mr Jones and I, but finally the stars aligned and yesterday we met up at the Two Flags Café on the A47 at Oakham – a popular haunt for leather-clad loonies it would seem, judging by the number of bikes that turned up whilst we were there.

Of course, we also both trundled up on our two-wheeled steeds: me on my rather sedate Triumph and he on his Kawasaki nut job Ninja… with the mirrors folded in for extra speed.

The All Day Breakfast was a little pricey, I felt, but when it arrived… good lord! There was enough for two! Proper full monty. Kept me going right till lunchtime, that did.

We chatted for a good couple of hours and then bade our farewells.

Having taken the quicker (duller) route up the A1 to get there, I decided to take the more scenic roads for the ride home.

The sun was shining, the roads were delightfully empty, I had a full belly and the Rolling Stones were playing in my helmet.

As motorcycling goes, it really doesn’t get much better than that.