By virtue of the fact that it is now the Friday following our arrival home, one might accurately presume that this post isn't exactly 'breaking news'. However, this blog had a start and lots of middle so it's fitting to provide an end, and as the fat lady has well and truly let her best song rip as well as having packed up her frock and gone back to the day job, this post is now well overdue.
Friday's ride back from Nancy, the longest of the trip, was sunny all of the way which was handy as the worst traffic on the worst road in 3000 miles, also known as the M1, made the latter part of our marathon a realisation of why we go abroad. The car park that was the M1 on Friday afternoon did allow us some filtering fun and we made it to the A50 while all the four-wheeled traffic was standing still miles back.
Each trip we have done has been different in its own way and this year's has been equally unique. The people, the places, the roads, the hotels, bars and restaurants, as well as the personnel involved have again made this trip a special time for a bunch of disparate blokes from Ashbourne ('desperate' wouldn't be such a bad description either to be fair). Memorable moments this time have to include... a bouncing tank bag near Reims, a fab lunchtime bar stop in the Marne valley,
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Reidy table dancing in Nice, a certain someone hugging a bollard shortly after that, the wonderful roads through Tuscany, the Coliseum to the Vatican and the ride back to the Via Veneto in Rome all on a Saturday afternoon, everything about Florence, Brian - top bloke throughout, meeting the Red Lion Bikers groupies in Lake Garda, two blokes in a van, a man called Richard with a megaphone in Como, the Davos pass and a pair of bike boots filled with water.... to name but a few.
With a bit of luck, we might get to do it all again next year. Where to? Who knows, but stay tuned and thanks for reading. C
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| The Ponte Vecchio, Florence |
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| St Moritz, en route to Davos |
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| On board the channel tunnel |
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| Joey impresses a local lady |
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| Rich... over here! |
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| The four horsemen of the apocalypse visit the Vatican |
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| Five brill bikes... and a Ducati |
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| Now Andy... this won't hurt... much |
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| Neil can't find his beer |
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| Rock n roll doesn't get much worse than this |
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| The Barnes Wallis tank bag |
Friday's ride back from Nancy, the longest of the trip, was sunny all of the way which was handy as the worst traffic on the worst road in 3000 miles, also known as the M1, made the latter part of our marathon a realisation of why we go abroad. The car park that was the M1 on Friday afternoon did allow us some filtering fun and we made it to the A50 while all the four-wheeled traffic was standing still miles back.
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