been away for the weekend to a gathering of bikers, with and without the better halfs, camping in a field, people coming from far and wide to join in the fun - ohhh and what fun we had
packed up all we needed and loaded the bikes up - well when i say loaded the bikes up i mean most of it loaded onto the dear hearts bike
i had the clothes and toiletries and he had the rest, seemed like a good deal to me
set off on Friday about about 4pm arrived in the field in Cheshire, must have been gone 4.30pm
was all going so well, sort of got the hang of the panniers, arrived in one piece, then it all went downhill
while in the throws of a U turn, it all went wrong. one minute i was upright and the next flat on my back with a bike on top of me
the dear hearts jumps off his and with the aid of the lovely Les get me bike upright again. dusted myself off and had a fag.
Field identified on foot - well feck that i'm not riding over that lumpy bumpy field - so off i went on foot, at a later point my bike was delivered to me.
such nice men on hand to help out
so BBQ, beer, bomfire, fishing, reading and talking bollocks [the men talking bollocks i should point out]
then this morning the dear heart buggers off on my bike to get water for my tea - comes back and while we are packing up, my bike all by its self fell over
being the loving partner that i am - i laughed my socks off [cus i didn't park it up] watched the boys pick it up again
now when i dropped it - no damage, soft panniers helped cushion it, but no this time i now have a bent clutch lever
packed up, left about 1.30pm, uneventful ride home and arrived back at 2pm
dear heart sorting out a new clutch lever and i put the washing on
really good relaxing weekend - stinking from lack of facilities, but never mind..
