Anita lloves it on the the back of the sprint. Up in Scotland last year - we had a long day out on Skye, back over the bridge, curry (and wine for the ladies) in Fort William and then left FW at about 23:00 to head bag to our digs in Mallaig (42 miles away!).
Quiff and I were both 'caning it - a fantastic bit of road, no traffic at all, riding late at night. I come to a nice sweeping right hand bend and start to lean over, all of a sudden the bike seemed to drop a bit more than I was expecting - I asked 'what the hell are you doing' over the autocom, 'nothing' came the sheepish reply...she had fallen asleep
