It was really exciting to see packs of bikes streaming off the motorway all heading to Wales, fairings and chrome glinting in the morning sun. It was quite a sight to see.
I was proud to see thousands of bikers out protesting their right to ride without harrassment.
My husband and I rode our Bonnevilles up to the Ponderosa Cafe meeting which was crammed as far as the eye could see with every breed of bike and biker imaginable.
The smell of burning clutches from the cars trying to get throught the pass did make me feel sorry for their drivers but everyone seemed good natured.
The glorious sunny weather made the twisty roads a happy bikers playground and most people rode sensibly and courteously, enjoying themselves.
The mountains we rode past were shades of bright green, blue and purple contrasting with the more sombre grey slate of the towns and mines. We rode on to Betws-y-Coed where another mammoth gathering was in progress.
Bikes of all colours parked up outside the Swallow Hotel, Welsh flags flying, and it was another chance to chat and swap tales of roads ridden, bike mods and generally lust over all things two-wheeled.
We had to wait for a while to ride home as the filtering through Betws-y-Coed was really slow and the Bonnies were getting too hot. So we rested them and had a little walk to the falls where my husband went on holiday as a child.
When we returned to the bikes there was a Police car near them and single North Wales Police officer trying to direct the traffic, poor chap he really had drawn the short straw! Many bikers gave him a friendly nod as they passed by.
The ride home was hard going as we were tired and the motorways were packed.
A hot bath and a large whisky ended a great riding day.