Hectic start to the bike weekend. Richard and Rob were their usual organised selves. Richard had agreed to meet Gavin at the Broxton roundabout (well know gay dogging sight apparently, thanks for sharing that Gav) at 2pm. Gav was traveling from Sandbach and Richard from Cannock. If you check Google maps you will see they are both over 45 minutes from the agreed meeting point. Rich, with military precision employed the assistance of his eldest son Jack to help sort the bike at around 1:55, plenty of time. At 1:58 he was on the bike and off. 2:02 he was back after realising the dog had followed him down the road. Stapeling Molly the collie's tail to the door step and he was off again. Gavin was early, very early! We think he likes the Broxton Round about but not sure why.
Rob had agreed to meet the other two at the A55 services at 2.30. After firmly informing his boss he was leaving at 2pm to catch a ferry he hit the road at 2.30 sharp phoning into a work telephone conference in the way.
We met at the agrees site at 3pm. Gav tried to complement Rob's new bike, it had obviously dawned on him that they had to spend a weekend away together and that his previous ..."that's fugly" comment may hamper the atmos. Not at all Gav, let's just say I have left him a little present on his pillow.
The Irish/Polish ferry was an exercise in efficiency and we were joined by 12 other bikers and someone who ride a Harley with a very annoying alarm. I should probably explain the polish comment. The very large, expensive sea cat ferry was manned almost entirely by the Polish. The Irish apparently are too busy getting pissed to be bothered working on a ferry.
Off the ferry and Rob set the curvy roads feature on the sat nav to try and find a good route to B&B. I have now written to BMW suggesting they rename it to the "through town and as many roundabouts as possible sticking with as much traffic and speed cameras as possible " feature. I we await to see if BMW will take us up on the suggestion.
We made it to the B&B where a lovely old lady asked us what time we wanted breakfast. "7:30?" I suggested. We started to negotiate the time, we need to be a Skerries early to avoid the entrance fee. I used all my persuasive powers, complemented he lovely blue rince and lavender highlights. 8'ish was her final (only offer). We offered Gav for the night to try and get it a little earlier and finally settled on 8.30 with blue rince lady stating she might be old but she could do better.
We finally made it to the country club where we tucked into fantastic food and Guinness. Rob decided to have some blackcurrant in his and the young attractive barmaid delivered the round asking whos was the ribenna. Cheeky cow!
Anyway let the drinking Commence.
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