The sun is out, the sky is blue….

I took a chance yesterday and waited for a little while before I disappeared out the house! It looked grey, it looked like it would go either way but I was determined to take notice of the weather forcast. So wrapped up and gone!!!!!! Tynemouth! And why not, it was Sunday! Unfortunately others decided to get in my way! At least six pushbikers (single file my arse) AND they had the nerve to complain as drivers had to swerve into oncoming traffic to avoid dropping them!

The last straw came when I had to sit in the road waiting for a bloody decrepit old bag to get out of her sons car, a car that was parked ACROSS the ENTRTANCE of the bike area! As I waited, I contemplated murder! First the old dear, then her daughter (still older than me) and finally the ignorant driver who plainly didn’t give a shit where he parked. Oddly enough my finger graced my red horn button and the looks I was given by the pedestrians! Well it made me giggle when the white haired old twat jumped! ( I’m sure she pissed herself)

Not content with blocking me, therefore the rest of the rode, both old duffers stood right in the parking square for bikes as the car moved off that dropped them here. A gesture of my hand to get on the path was ignored so, into gear, revs up, visor up and forward I went! The old dear remembered how to ducking hop skip and jump out the way I can tell you! As I parked and locked up, ready for a cup o tea, I could STILL hear them bitching about my rudeness!!!!! ITS A FUCKING ROAD AND A BIKE PARK YOU TWATS!

After an Earl Grey, I remembered a place called Rothbury. Now I used to got here ages ago with me sad I’m sure, but I’ve never been there in a bike. He an shone, the roads opened up, the pedestrians stayed away and I came upon this jewel of the north east. Bikes came and went, old, new, little, big, British and Jap. The only thing everyone of them had in common was the hair colour of the rider. If they didn’t have GREY hair, they had NO hair. With an average age of 150 it sure was a genteel ride out. Making friends with total strangers this was what Sunday’s were made for (but more about that later) 

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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