Oh, how I love this time of year, when the loonies and the insects[1] disappear for the winter. A whole day's ride amongst the Autumn tints of the beautiful Yorkshire Dales, and not a Power Ranger nor a Flappy Jacket[2] to be seen. No-one overtaking me at 80mph more than I am doing and only six inches from my elbow, no-one coming towards me on the wrong side of the road on a blind bend over double white lines. The Volvo drivers pulling out in front me, I can cope with. *BLISS* [1] They being the more intelligent. [2] Ok, only one, and he wasn't going all that fast.