The road to Hell

The first 100 miles whirled by with so much ease. The bike did everything that was asked from it. Speed when I wanted, cruising when I needed it, and comfort where it counted (unfortunately, not for very long as me arse went numb). The normal maelstrom around me head was vanquished by the Everest window stuck I front of my face (now that was a bonus). The sound system in my helmet was fine to a point (that point being any speed LESS than 60mph (although the speedo didn’t like telling the truth))   

As I motored down the A38 at an indicated 140mph(?) I thought to myself “I need these clocks looked at” as it was, I looked at my sat nav (before it died) and saw I was doing a full sixty miles less. Not to worry, I’ll be fiddling with that soon enough. Traffic jams all over the country with folk coming home after a hard week (seemingly at other ends of the fucking country (does EVERYONE work in the south then go home north on a Friday?)) I have vowed that if I ever have to ride north on a Friday again, it will be at sparrows fart or owls hoot. 


Having reached my destination, I found a lovely herb garden growing on me kitchen (I hadn’t planted any so I became a tad confused) my potatoes had disappeared though 😳 (I have invented life!) my milk (or the horror that was milk) was creating its own civilisation (and was doing pretty well in the salad wars, it’s enemy being the bag of mixed leaves I had neglected). So all in all a trip to the shop was required and a bit of fumigation and cleaning of the fridge. I’ll talk more on my trip AND my school reunion another time. Safe to say I’m on my way BACK down south to fetch Bob and the hangover went yesterday 🙂 


Published by dec247h

Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!

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