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Yep!
It is that time of year again
AND I got to do the run on my own bike at last!
Almost didn't. No1 son bought me a trickle charger which I've had hooked up for the last cold snap.
It was the shop Christmas dinner the night before so I carefully had one glass of wine. My boss so surprised he gave me a bottle left on the table to take home. Still didn't get home until 1am, so overslept and decided not to get Breakfast at Beaver the cafe in Swanage, but grab porridge as I layered up the clothes to get on the bike.
Thank-goodness for my Norwegian socks!
The trickle charger worked but Mark turned my bike off because his wouldn't start and needed a push, then mine wouldn't start
. When we got on the ferry, he needed another push, from the ferryman. Mine coughed but started as I rolled off the ramp. Phew.
I managed to shake off Mark and Mick (an old friend who we see on these runs) and my son who was marshalling. I just thought it so funny when I was over taken by a Harley roadster and he couldn't over take anything else. We got stuck at a round-a-bout in a village about half way because of the volume of bikers and normal traffic.
He shouted (the noise- I'm sure I was deaf for an hour afterwards)
'Bollocks! My feet and hands are ice-'
Big grin from me
'serves you right for being on the wrong bike- I'll sell you my socks at the end for a tenner'
Then he missed the gap in the traffic and was pissed off he had to overtake again!
Not such a huge turn out because last year it snowed and was cancelled. Rumours were DMAC weren't going to run it again (well it was Bob, who thought if he stepped down as pace-bike, no one else would do it)
145 with a pace-car to the main road from the villages.
The villagers all come out and wave and the last marshall through stops and collects the bucket of money they donate to at the local shops. It was No1 son this year, his bike totally tinseled out.
First count was £2,000 donations.
I won more neck wraps in the raffle- got 7 now!
It is that time of year again
AND I got to do the run on my own bike at last!
Almost didn't. No1 son bought me a trickle charger which I've had hooked up for the last cold snap.
It was the shop Christmas dinner the night before so I carefully had one glass of wine. My boss so surprised he gave me a bottle left on the table to take home. Still didn't get home until 1am, so overslept and decided not to get Breakfast at Beaver the cafe in Swanage, but grab porridge as I layered up the clothes to get on the bike.
Thank-goodness for my Norwegian socks!
The trickle charger worked but Mark turned my bike off because his wouldn't start and needed a push, then mine wouldn't start
. When we got on the ferry, he needed another push, from the ferryman. Mine coughed but started as I rolled off the ramp. Phew. I managed to shake off Mark and Mick (an old friend who we see on these runs) and my son who was marshalling. I just thought it so funny when I was over taken by a Harley roadster and he couldn't over take anything else. We got stuck at a round-a-bout in a village about half way because of the volume of bikers and normal traffic.
He shouted (the noise- I'm sure I was deaf for an hour afterwards)
'Bollocks! My feet and hands are ice-'
Big grin from me
'serves you right for being on the wrong bike- I'll sell you my socks at the end for a tenner'
Then he missed the gap in the traffic and was pissed off he had to overtake again!
Not such a huge turn out because last year it snowed and was cancelled. Rumours were DMAC weren't going to run it again (well it was Bob, who thought if he stepped down as pace-bike, no one else would do it)
145 with a pace-car to the main road from the villages.
The villagers all come out and wave and the last marshall through stops and collects the bucket of money they donate to at the local shops. It was No1 son this year, his bike totally tinseled out.
First count was £2,000 donations.
I won more neck wraps in the raffle- got 7 now!
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