The average annual mileage for a British biker is just 3500 miles, with many riders struggling to even leave their own county.
That’s a real shame, and to this end our friends at MCN have launched their #ride5000miles initiative, a scheme aimed at encouraging riders to get out and enjoy their bikes.
It’s something we wholeheartedly support, so we took to Lincolnshire’s roads on an Aprilia V4 1100 Factory APRC to fly the flag and spread the word.
9:00am: It’s early, the sun is peeking through the clouds, and the silver and red paint on the Aprilia is burning through my eyes like a laser. It looks stunning, even when it’s not moving, and I’m genuinely looking forward to riding this bike. No map, no plan…just hit the road and head wherever takes my fancy. Lincolnshire is a big old county, and I’m eager to explore.
9:09am: The sensation of heading out with no plan, no fixed destination and no set return time is liberating. The bike is warmed up, and the bark from the Arrow can sounds purposeful. Let’s do this.
10:25am: The clouds have given way to brilliant sunshine, the tarmac is warming up nicely and the roads seem to be emptying. As I fill up with fuel in Sleaford, the Aprilia is already making an impression on me. The engine is phenomenal, with the ride-by-wire throttle meting out power predictably and smoothly with just a hint of snatch in first, although you’re always aware of the sheer brute force available on tap with a twist of your right hand. The steering feels light, and while the steering lock isn’t great, it’s not so bad as to be restrictive.
10:40am: I decide to head north along the A15 towards Lincoln, enjoying this undulating rollercoaster before turning right and taking a B road towards Digby, savouring the empty tarmac. I’m the only vehicle on this ribbon of asphalt and as the speed increases it becomes noticeable just how effective the Tuono’s nose fairing and cowl is at cosseting the rider from the wind. It’s really efficient and provides much more protection than a naked bike has any right to offer.
11:15am: I carry on until I get to Woodhall Spa, then chuck a left at the crossroads and let the Bucknall bends take me to Bardney. This really is biking heaven. The Tuono is built for roads like this, and the modifications on this bike let it really shine – the Dymag carbon wheels allow it to turn in quickly and accurately with the lightest of touches, and the Swedish suspension offers loads of feedback, taking the Tuono’s cornering brilliance to another level, inspiring huge levels of confidence and urging you to brake later and get on the throttle earlier in every corner.
12:00am: After another fuel stop in Horncastle I continue to head north and make a beeline for Cadwell Park, the spectacular 2.2-mile circuit carved into the sides of the Lincolnshire Wolds. The ‘Mini-Nürburgring’ may well be the narrowest track on the BSB calendar, but it’s also the most memorable – it has a striking mix of slow and fast corners, cambers, bumps and elevation changes, and every rider should experience it at least once in their lives.
1:08pm: After enjoying a snack at Cadwell’s café, I get suited and booted and hit the road again, taking a left followed by a quick right, to take a back road which will take me to one of the best road’s in the country – the rip roaring Caistor High Road.
This old Roman Road is technical, challenging and a joy to ride. It demands your total concentration and its flowing nature showcases just how good the V4 engine is. The acceleration is savage, the quick-revving engine delivering huge amounts of rapid grunt, giving the bike superbike levels of performance with every touch of the quickshifter. And that quickshifter is good, really good, seamlessly building speed and adding a satisfying pop to the V4’s booming feral soundtrack with every upshift.
1:55pm: I carry on heading north, the air starting to feel cooler as I get closer to the coast. We’re close to Humberside airport now, so I peel right and pull in to Kirmington and pull over outside Guy Martin’s pub. The road racing maverick isn’t around – must be busy with the day job – so I stick my lid back on, and retrace my route back to Horncastle, which is no bad thing.
3:04pm: I fill up again, brimming the Tuono’s tank before deciding to head to Willingham Woods to see if anyone’s around.
3:37pm: It may be a Friday, but there’s a fair few who have decided to do the same as me, fly splattered helmet and leathers testimony to the miles we’ve all covered. There’s a healthy selection of bikes from all manufacturers, and after a blather about the merits of V-twins versus V4s it’s time to hit the road again.
4:08pm: I suit up and head back towards Bardney, taking in an eclectic 12-mile triangle of twisting tarmac around the village before heading south west via Potterhanworth to pick up the A15 near Waddington.
4:33pm: A quick splash and dash in Sleaford before heading south and throwing a right in Bourne and hooking up with the fast and flowing A151 to Corby Glen. Left at the crossroads then it’s a back road blast all the way back to Stamford, complete with hump back bridges, blind corners and a couple of viaducts for the bark from the Arrow to bounce off.
5:48pm: I pull up outside my house, take off my lid and enjoy the warmth of the sun. I’ve done some 330 miles, and as the bike pinks in the early evening air, I look at its headlights, which are caked in the remains of a thousand flies.
Today has reminded me about what I love about bikes – the thrill, the freedom, the connection between man and machine.
What a ride.