VMCK hosted the BSA club meet this weekend. It has been a regular fixture for many long years. This year less of them, their numbers bolstered by Triumphs, An Arial and a Matchless. I'd have loved to see a Norton as well but hey. Bertil's excellent old Nimbus was there and looking well.... excellent. To hear the old British bikes running brought back fond memories of my teenage years. Ride outs planed with a girl on the pillion, then cancelled because the bike broke down!
The VMCK gang provided breakfasts, a barbecue and extra party goers for the evening. Many thanks to the two pretty teenage girls who recruited me onto their tug of war team in the unlikely hope of winning. We actually won our first bout, so well done us! Note to self. I am an agressive, competitive little sod.
Those who could still stand jived the night away, and some of the morning as well. Sunday for me arrived with no serious hangover, but absolutely exhausted. "Success!"
Monday morning I took off into the forest on Elsa. I had a plan. Switch Jane off, get lost, then find my way home. Ernst 'phoned half way through this process "where are you?". My plan worked well. I didn't have a bloody clue. I suggested we meet at Hjo which is just daft when you don't know where you are. When I switched Jane on she gave me the surprise news. How the hell did I get all the way over here? By switching her off and riding willy nilly for an hour. That is how. Ice cream and a coffee in Hjo and I was forgiven. "Where have you been?" got the honest answer. "I'm not sure. It was West though". Thanks for sharing an afternoons hooning around on motorbikes Ernst. Let's do it again ASAP.
I have an idea for an adventure next year. See which way the wind is blowing and ride for a week in that direction. Problem. I live on an island!
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