No one has taken me from behind(despite rumours to the contrary)as I seem to be permanent tail end Charlie(except on a yocal Scootr Pie and Mash run,from Colchester to Walton on The Naze, then back to Harwich with some Maxi Scooterests(oh and a Vespa 300GT)to the old Fort that I am a Volunteer at, well before Covid 19, when I led the Pack,on my old Aprilia Atlantic 500, now replaced by a Gilera Nexus.
My Sachs 650 went to a new custodian in Huddersfield, as of my Cagiva Raptor that went orf to Inverness . After failing its extended MOT, the fabled Frogmobile/Kangoo(roo)sold to a guy needing transport last week after his car clapped /out and his m8 another Gavin who knows his onions, is gonna fix the faults
-It carried many a bike and served me well but have gone back to a Ford, after two brilliant Mondeos over 20 years, before that replaced a 25 year old Cortina-
oh I clear forgot my Viva trip to spread Mum;s ashes, in a field opposite the Bungalow that her Dad had built ,in the 30s, near Radcliffe On Trent, then to a rather grotty place farther North, so memorabole one cannot recall it or the Town it was situated in.
Prior a friendly woman at the Undertakers, who took to calling me Barry Sheene, had urged not to go on my bike and frankly after being hospitalised actually a first,
I had lost very much confidence, which I gained back on that Atlantic, but that had a cutting out prob, which led to me spending 500 more on it, the following year, plus a 112 on a new Givi Screen that was cracked after recovery from theft and a ruined scoot all round)
Anyways the Ern wasn't a little one, taking up all tank bag space on replacement VTwin Italian Stallion and a virtually sleepless night, the adrenalin fuelled excitement as to the prospect had been overtaken by a sheer fear never experienced before at the prospect of mixing it with Juggernaughts and blind sided fast coaches made the prospect of taking the old car a far more appealing prospect.
The weather North of Nottingham became atrocious, oh and I got clocked for speeding going down to Clay Cross,early the next morning, from my overnight stop.Wherein on arrival, the first person to greet yours truly, was the fabled Rustytool, and apart from not being on a bike, I think the ol Viva aquited itself quite well.
That was ten yesars on from the most enjoyable Oatcakes Vid, and makes one feel a veritable Newby!!!
It was my first real connection with the Divvy club in person circa 2016.
Have'nt got a tow bar on the Focus so will have to ride all the way on tours, hence the twist and go go Italian Scoot.
Albeit have to admit to looking at the odd 900/1200 XJ Yammies, sod the knees and handy andies, partial use of right arm from two 70s spills caused by idiot 4 wheel iriots.Its just the slow speed manoverability having dropped my twice on wet grass in the back yard.
Which is what I had been aiming for with the last Atlantic, easier distant rides,as I now have quite bad knee bound athritus, following two separate offs.
The last embarrassingly on the 2017 Nuneaton Bimble, still every new day Sky side up is a bonus, and even pushing 70 now,and on a 3 year medical licence I doubt I could completely give up 2 wheels!
Doubting even electric ones will become autonomous?
Hope yu al have a good XMas and we can meet up again in 2021!
? One the way home MrsM40Man & I were sat by the roadside waiting for things to cool down.