On the fast run at Castleton
Scurry back home from work, load up the bikes, dither about for a bit then we hurtle off towards the A1 and Rainton Services to meet up with Lynne, Derek and Anti Bev. The original plan was indeed brilliant in it's simplicity however it did not take into account the simplicity of Bevs brilliance which resulted in us staying at Rainton till well after 4:30.
The inevitable picture of drunken WIMA's
absolutley shitfaced the
lot of 'em
At least we managed to miss much of the traffic and still make it to the rally at Ambergate by about tea time. Bev's cornering technique provided me with top class entertainment on each and every roundabout, A or B road. It really is something to behold, stage 1 is a mind-in-neutral approach, followed by a startled rabbit dive into the corner, stage 2 is the realisation that a ER5 is a damn sight more sprightly than the Virago resulting in an overcorrection. Stages 3, 4, 5 and 6 are a continuing repeat of this process depending on which neurons are firing at the time.
Once on site the traditional game of drink-yourself-stupid began.
Jane, exhibitionist, and Neil, knuckle scrapper.
This is the day the girls have their AGM, we know from past experience the safest place for males to be is far, far away. Either intellectually or physically. Due to unseasonal weather, ie it was hot and sunny, we decided to take off on the bikes for a ride about. Despite our cries of warning many decided to stay on site (ha, wait till next year then see what happens) so operation "gentle pootle" consisted of:-
AGM day, time to go and play with the bikes.
None of us really knew where we were going but eventually we made it to
Buxton and the start of the awesome Cat'n'Fiddle road to Macclesfield. It was
virtually empty! Wierd, really very wierd, gorgeous sunny Saturday and hardly
anyone out - thank god for Sunday only bikers. So we had a whale of a time,
stopped for lunch in Macclesfield cos by then it had been some minutes sinces
Jas' last feed, then came back to Buxton.
Thereafter this thing got
confused, bored with open roads we went for a mystery tour around all the
squiggly B roads and free from the concerns of police cars and helicopters had a
good play.
Later back on site we had no sooner chilled out than it was off
to the local Inn for a meal. Very nice but confusing, I know meals arent usually
confusing but this one was OK! Neil managed to graze his way along most of the
table leaving even Jas looking slightly shocked.
There was a band on back
at the site but they sounded crap so a few of us ended up sitting outside
getting wasted and doing assorted WIMA puzzles and things. The questionairre is
a good 'un. From the results we confirm that, although most of us are indeed
well adjusted individuals Neil is fresh out of the trees, Anti Bev is a girlie
of epic propotions. That is to say her girlieness is epic not her .... (Oh shit,
time to stop digging this hole I think). And as for Jas, let us just say Jas
will be helping Bev pick the lace curtains...
Jan looms
New slim-line Liz flashes her charms
... trollop ...
Oh my god am I feeling shit, the perils of strong drink you see.
At
11:30 I set off with some of the girls for the "fast run", the slow
run having been deferred till 2:30. And to be on the train. To Matlock.
Initially I'm doing fine keeping second behind Lindsey with everyone else in
tow, then Lindsey starts to play. She is obviously not as hung over as me, a
relatively easy task, and I resolve to join the back of the queue at the
earliest opportunity without a) loosing face, and b) letting the male side of
thing down.
Bev with new toy and excessive luggage,
knee sliders not visible in
this pic (but they where smokin').
The run takes us to Castleton for lunch and a chance to walk about in the rain. For the ride back I generously resolve to be tail ender to keep an eye on a couple of the girls on slower bikes (good excuse eh) thus letting everbody else have a play along the assorted backroads.
Back on site the party kicks off again, although we all resolve to take it a
bit easier this year to minimise the hangovers for the return journey.
In
the pub the girls have the obligitory WIMA raffle, Neil - big knuckle scrapper
and slaphead, wins a haircare kit.
Prof Pat Pending and assistant.
And all good things must come to an end so we all pack up and go home ...