Evening all,
My ears were burning so I thought I must have been getting talked about.
I lurk about on here a fair bit and last year I blagged a second hand neglected SP for not a lot.
I had intended to get stuck in to it in the winter but as per bloody usual, work did not ease off during back end and only got busier. The SP is still in my pals garage and has had nothing done to it.
I remember the Coalville meet for a few things, the crack when Paul uttered the words to the lassie that had got married, the amount of drink the rest of the attendees couldn't take, the loud music at the Queen Vic, Pete backfiring his Teal storm whilst popping wheelies out the front of the pub, a 400 Honda that I could not shake off on the run (think it was the older chap with the SPs (Jaglifter) Son, and the bloody humpbacked bridge, my life flashed before my eyes
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The picture of us at the table in Coalville, I look like I ate all the pies from that angle
First time I ever tasted lime pickle.
The meet in the lakes was a good laugh although only a few of us did the run out. I remember myself John (Echt) and Paul (Rainmaker) stopping for a fag break (Echt) and a gadgie in an open topped sports car stopping and asking if it was one of our mates that had gone through the hedge a bit back trying to keep up with him!!! and also sitting outside the Hydro hotel later that night when the women were piling out on to a bus after a hen do and were attracted to our bikes.
The Inverness meet was a good laugh as well, starting off with the Taxi driver on the Sat morning nearly knocking my bike over when it was parked outside the B+B the peeps were staying in.
The seagull I clattered at the top of loch Glascarnoch cracking my fairing, Cuppa heading of to Ullapool for fuel whilst we waited at the Corrishellach gorge for him, I think he was just a wee bit rough that day
The fantastic pictures of Gairloch with the bikes in the foreground and the young lad on the TL that Graeme took off after just before Applecross.
The Bealach na Ba and the dampness whilst filling up in Lochcarron and the hilarity that was had in the evening in Johnny Foxes.
I miss my storm and the company and crack I had with quite a few of the decent folk on this forum and quite often think of our "absent friends"