The team meet (well some of them do)

2/3rds of the team had a meet up this weekend. Richard Edwards Forsyth could not make it as Sunday was spotted dick and custard day at the home and he did not want to miss out. Gavin Glitter could not be arsed as he had some pictures he wanted to review on the internet apparently and besides he was saving to buy some puppies.

So we were left with a crew consisting of Mark StobartBreeze, Rob Stephen Hawkins and Thingy McStranger. 

Stobart turned up on his much loved K1200 a bike he has repaired so many times that he can change the clutch quicker than Marq Marqez’ pit crew, blindfolded, arms tied behind his back using only a desert spoon as a wrench.

Thingy McStranger tried to introduce himself as “Craig”....err don’t think so Thingy. The rest of the team had obviously missed the memo that we were all going paint-balling, this being the only possible explanation for McStranger being clad, head to toe in army surplus camo gear. Thingy's camouflage was slightly undermined by his bright blue R6 and the exhaust manufactured from recycled bake bean cans and old scaffolding tube.

 

The team were also introduced by Dave no surname. Dave no Surname was riding a nice red VRF800 and seemed to have a bit of an issue with not realising the rest of the team had actually hit the road, Stobart  retracing of our tracks a number of times to  catch him napping at the side of the road.

The team met at Prees Heath truck stop. It was packed as all of Shropshire seemed to have purchased a bike in anticipation for the one good day we were going to have in March. Stobart, being the expert truck stopper of the group decided that the Midway was too busy so we all went next door to a slightly quieter cafe. “The foods shit in here but its ok as we are only having a brew”. We sat in there for a good half an hour while we waiting for Thingys full English to arrive and then hit the road heading for North Wales.

With the sun on our backs and the dry roads as our playground we set off for the first real adventure of the year. That was England anyway, as soon as we hit the Welsh Boarder El Nino hit and we got piss wet through. We dived into the Pondarosa for cover and a warming cup of tea. Again we waited a short time while Thingy’s roast dinner was prepared and then hit the road heading our separate ways.

 

 Roll on June