sunday morning 8.30ish daqvie ravie phones me to make sure im up,straight away he gets me into trouble by asking for the master of the house.that didnt go down well with the wife,result 1 kicking for me.
made my way to the meeting point of the burger van at straiton where davie has assured us you can get great bacon rolls,the bloody thing is not open nice one davie.i meet other members tam,ranald, paul, nic and scott with the panzer and jenna introduce myself to those who dont know me and miracle of miracles no one has tried to attack me,so were off to a good start.after hearing how poor nicky was cold i gave her the lining out my jacket (gentleman me) notice davies well kempt eyebrows,we stand in the rain getting wetter till we all realise were not waiting on anybody else,and then we head off.
roads were a bit wet so we kept to a reasonable pace but after a while i noticed tam and ranald were missing so i went back to look and found tam at the side of the road with ranald looking remarkbly well considering his accident.
we kept tam company while we waited on the police and ambulance while tam shivered with a mixture of cold and shock.the ambulance eventually arrived and put a neck brace on tam and got him on a wee stretcher/chair thing and loaded him up.thats the point where me and ranald realised that we didnt know tams last name and had to ask the police for it so we knew who to ask about later.(im sure tam will tell you all himself that i spoke a load of drivel to him while he waited and that if he ever comes out with us again he wants me kept away from him ).
me and ranald then headed on to glentrees to catch up with everyone.where the sun was out,it was nice and warm and davy and nic were discussing the best way to look after eyebrows.after a quick cup of tea for me and ranald we needed it, and bringing everyone up to date about tam (we thought he wasnt too bad at the time) we then slagged davie a wee bit then headed of to hawick.
the route we took to hawick was beautiful tho the longest way ive went for a short cut,and thankfully i sorted out my tyre pressures at peebles cause i dont think they were helping my handling much,and i needed to be able to ride the thing because what little skill i had seemed to desert me on sunday.
on one corner a stone from ranalds back tyre whacked the centre of my visor making me drop it down a gear instead of braking (i dont know) another i was watching nic taking a bend and forgot to set myself up for the same bend and for some reason i kept on trying to scrub of speed with the wee brake on the back rather than the two big ones on the front.
hawick was good seeing all the bikes in one place and meeting various people.nimue/jan introduced herself as a purveyor of smut,which is a fine hobby for a woman,i saw bob and lilly with her hands inside playing with his internals and many other folk who i was too shy to talk to.didnt realise that was pibbows bike parked on the road what an absolute cracker (i hope you enjoyed the ride out mate ) and luckily for us lot from edinburgh we had a secret weapon in frankie as he was from hawick and told us where the good pub food was.and good it was, i was starving and needed that fish and chips and i think everyone enjoyed it, tho i was a bit jealous when i saw what frankie got for his scampy.now im not saying that hawick folk look after there own better than us ,but instead of a fork they gave him a shovel to eat it with. i reckon tho Frankie must be the hawick version of the queen, `cause folk kept on coming up to him and shaking his hand in the street and everybody seemed to feed him or let him into museums for free.
the rest of the journey was a nice easily forgotten trip in the rain home up the a7 where me, paul and davie seemed to be continually held up by busses and cars and such like.
the only really worrying thing was when we were driving near sheep, or for that matter stopped anywhere near them.Did anyone else notice they all seemed to be saying "daaaave" "daaaaave" is davy the sheep king or is there something more sinister going on.
anyway enough ramblings well done if you read this crap this far through
made my way to the meeting point of the burger van at straiton where davie has assured us you can get great bacon rolls,the bloody thing is not open nice one davie.i meet other members tam,ranald, paul, nic and scott with the panzer and jenna introduce myself to those who dont know me and miracle of miracles no one has tried to attack me,so were off to a good start.after hearing how poor nicky was cold i gave her the lining out my jacket (gentleman me) notice davies well kempt eyebrows,we stand in the rain getting wetter till we all realise were not waiting on anybody else,and then we head off.
roads were a bit wet so we kept to a reasonable pace but after a while i noticed tam and ranald were missing so i went back to look and found tam at the side of the road with ranald looking remarkbly well considering his accident.
we kept tam company while we waited on the police and ambulance while tam shivered with a mixture of cold and shock.the ambulance eventually arrived and put a neck brace on tam and got him on a wee stretcher/chair thing and loaded him up.thats the point where me and ranald realised that we didnt know tams last name and had to ask the police for it so we knew who to ask about later.(im sure tam will tell you all himself that i spoke a load of drivel to him while he waited and that if he ever comes out with us again he wants me kept away from him ).
me and ranald then headed on to glentrees to catch up with everyone.where the sun was out,it was nice and warm and davy and nic were discussing the best way to look after eyebrows.after a quick cup of tea for me and ranald we needed it, and bringing everyone up to date about tam (we thought he wasnt too bad at the time) we then slagged davie a wee bit then headed of to hawick.
the route we took to hawick was beautiful tho the longest way ive went for a short cut,and thankfully i sorted out my tyre pressures at peebles cause i dont think they were helping my handling much,and i needed to be able to ride the thing because what little skill i had seemed to desert me on sunday.
on one corner a stone from ranalds back tyre whacked the centre of my visor making me drop it down a gear instead of braking (i dont know) another i was watching nic taking a bend and forgot to set myself up for the same bend and for some reason i kept on trying to scrub of speed with the wee brake on the back rather than the two big ones on the front.
hawick was good seeing all the bikes in one place and meeting various people.nimue/jan introduced herself as a purveyor of smut,which is a fine hobby for a woman,i saw bob and lilly with her hands inside playing with his internals and many other folk who i was too shy to talk to.didnt realise that was pibbows bike parked on the road what an absolute cracker (i hope you enjoyed the ride out mate ) and luckily for us lot from edinburgh we had a secret weapon in frankie as he was from hawick and told us where the good pub food was.and good it was, i was starving and needed that fish and chips and i think everyone enjoyed it, tho i was a bit jealous when i saw what frankie got for his scampy.now im not saying that hawick folk look after there own better than us ,but instead of a fork they gave him a shovel to eat it with. i reckon tho Frankie must be the hawick version of the queen, `cause folk kept on coming up to him and shaking his hand in the street and everybody seemed to feed him or let him into museums for free.
the rest of the journey was a nice easily forgotten trip in the rain home up the a7 where me, paul and davie seemed to be continually held up by busses and cars and such like.
the only really worrying thing was when we were driving near sheep, or for that matter stopped anywhere near them.Did anyone else notice they all seemed to be saying "daaaave" "daaaaave" is davy the sheep king or is there something more sinister going on.
anyway enough ramblings well done if you read this crap this far through
I really enjoyed reading your ramblings and wish that I had gone on the run although I probably would have been a drooned rat by the time I reached Straiton. I don't mind getting caught in the rain but when it was coming down the way it was yesterday morning I really didn't fancy setting off into 100+ odd miles of aqueous uncertainty. I'm just making excuses I should have got wet like everyone else.
