For those not familiar with Yorkshire, It is the biggest county in England and Yorkshire Folk are very proud of their heritage.
Due to its size, wherever I pedal I am likely to remain within its borders, unless I pedal into the next day or head south.
Despite the advent of the motor vehicle some Yorkshire folk see an excursion across the county line as the equivalent to Foreign Travel.
For the adventurous Passports would be sought or renewed and packing completed well in advance. Queues would form outside local doctors with vaccinations requests.
These shopping trips to London were a logistical nightmare.
For the more traditional they would ask
'Why would you want to go anywhere else when you have all that you want here?
I must admit the county is incredibly diverse both demographically and geographically.
Although I firmly believe in cultural values, I also believe that we can not live in the past.
'Being an 'international cyclist' he says very smugly
(having cycled in the USA as well as in Yorkshire) I decided to take Addy on a day trip.
Today the great people of neighbouring Lincolnshire would become acquainted with me and my trusted companion Addy.
We would be modern day path finders and illustrate to our fellow Yorkshire folk that it is safe to go over the water.
So after my breakfast of Yorkshire Tea, Cumberland Sausage, Cornish Pasty, and Lancashire hotpot, Addy and I headed south over the Humber bridge.
It is not as impressive as the Golden Gate which I have also travelled over, but you could hardly compare Hull with, San Fransisco.
We did 72 miles in total at a steady pace and took some pictures on our way.
This international travel is great, although when I asked at the toll booth to have my passport stamped, I was a bit miffed that they said NO and called security.