there and back again, part deux...

missed breaky, gotta hit the road, its after 8am, we got 360 miles to go now

we stop for refreshment when the tanks empty or every 80 to a 100 miles , depending on the motorway services availability...
Ha, I like chancing it, we'd just done eighty odd miles, the signs on the M4 said services 7m, we should have pulled in but then we went on the M25 and it became another 24m...

phew, south mimms services, potters bar, one o'clock, 104 miles, tank empty
well not as empty as I thought - more mpg now!
she's pulling like a train, its almost visceral at 70 plus
that big gearing really works

3.30pm and home...

seven and a quarter hours and...

 360 miles on a rigid chopper bitch...
you'd look a bit fucked too...

good times

love is all around...

some creepy guy taking pics...

rob arrived on his shovel...

awaiting those that know to choose the best...

those that know...

master of ceremony - stevie...

the welsh boys show...

love is all around

french love...

welsh fix, er, sorry,  love...

baz wins best chop...

indian love...

turd love...

paulie drinks his best knuckle win down in one...

more love...

love those europeans...

and then...

lee is on one knee...

and asks the hand of his true love...

aaaaahhhhh
love is all around...

ride out, freak out...

ride in  
through the bar of course... 

ride out...

fred dressed to thrill

wait for stevie...

its a shovel and there's a few people watching...

it didn't take too long...

and they are off...

a lorra, lorra

lorra bikes

some didn't go including moi,
steve and pete and rowan...

pete's lovely chop...

it certainly is...

and some did...

later...

who's that at the bar on the right, standing next to redface?

as he and stevie burn the shit out of the bar...

hahaha

(burnout pics nicked from trawlers blog -thanks mate)

there and back again, or... I rode this heap to Linkert Attacks!

 hmmm... mrs arcadian looks pensive, the dogs don't give a fuck...

and just as we were about to leave , the posty arrived 

with a lucky linkert t-shirt from paulie @ magneto zoo in sweden

who we met later at Rowans

a good luck sign?- I took it anyway, we need it...

 80 miles later and we're ok...

 I met up with Johno and Keiran (middle) in Watford, then we met Baz (left) at Southhampton...

Then 60 miles in the the fucking rain to chez Rowan in Dorchester

who not only dried us out and with his wife Kriss served up a mountain of food for fifteen

thanks for your outstanding hospitality my friend

pic of Alex(left) and his Dad (their 45 combie  blew) and James "of Jamesville" (Far right) and his mate from Copenhagen

It finally stopped raining the next day on the way to Exeter
at 7am we had to fix my stuck throttle, which after convincing myself it was the accelerator pump sticking and taking the carb off,  turned out to be the internal throttle mechanism. Lots of sticky blue grease helped a little but most of the time I could only get up to a third throttle,
still thats 60mph...

Knuckleheads 

Basher joined us 

'now which is the unleaded?'

Rowan feeds his knuck 

the bitch marks her spot

Baz and his forty year old friend 

so after some 350 miles on the bitch, we arrive 

more later dear reader...