After loosing everyone me and Gribbs made our way there after trying for the best part of an hour arguing with the satnav to stay away from the motorway.
We finally arrived before the group that knew where they were going. :whistle:
Saturday at 10 people gathered to group up for there ride outs.
Dont ask me why they had there eyes shut. I can only imagine why. :laugh: :laugh:
This was the first sight of the green lane and I almost peed myself. That's a lie I almost crapped myself as I had forgot to go to the toilet at camp.
The BMW was playing up already! or was he adjusting his tyre pressures
We discussed this thing for a while, I thought it was a lobster claw and Fantrider was waffling on about a romantic embrace, I think I was right.
Arhhhhh the lobsters got Mick heeeelp!
Then it was on to whores for the Nature rally pics. This is my sad face as it wasn't the whores I was expecting, very disappointing and not recommended by me.
After whores we were advised by MINKY to cross a lovely little ford near by. That nearly ended the day, after three bikes went down and one lost its load (of petrol) all down the river. £20 worth no less!!
The 3 fallen bikes and the lovely village river crossing.
Just after fall number 2 for Gribbs and it sounded like half of a porno through the intercom. :sick:
These little fuckers tried to nick my bike, watch out if sheep ever get opposable thumbs they will be off.
These are the guys you want on a ride out, not me I just laugh and take photos.
Here is devils descent where Gribbs's bike gave up as it fell badly snapping off the left foot peg and gear shift.
And it came to pass that the man from the the sleepy town of Lancaster, became known unto all as Vicar!
Amen.:woohoo:
A superb photo story mate, well done.
The end of the road is the start of the fun
A bad day on the bike is still better than a good day at the office
I recognised that garage from a couple of years ago, my wheel bearing on my Africa Twin collapsed about five miles from there.
Run by an old trials pal, Mick Wilkinson.