See you there (Heage - it's only about half a mile from the farm fields where I learned to ride a motorbike in about 1968)!
Hopefully my bike clothing will have dried out from today - after her 20 year break from motorcycling I finally got my wife to come out with me again on my "old" other bike (a 1991 Honda 750 Nighthawk - my RE 350 Bullet Electra is a mere youngster, being from 2004). Despite the reasonable weather forecast it turned out to be the worst weather that bike has ever been ridden in and we got absolutely drenched and half frozen; it even hailed on us coming down the back road from Mam Tor to Edale and on to Hope village! Coupled with getting stuck behind weekend car drivers who must think their SUV is as wide as a 40 tonne HGV and apparently can't drive above 20 mph on a road with a 60 mph limit without braking for every corner, or on sighting every pedestrian, bicycle, oncoming car or pretty tree, it wasn't much fun.
Then spent two hours cleaning the cow muck and mud off the bike before I put it away for the night.
Built like a gun... could go BANG!