Back Again...
i try to put updates on here as
regular as possible, but time does not always allow. i have also noticed that i
have kind of used this as an "Events" diary for my adventures on 2
wheels.
Well it is a blog, and as no-body
seems to read it then it doesn't matter, at least i can refer back and smile.
This current posting is about my
first road trip or "Mini Tour" on my bike. Last week i had to visit a
client to talk over some things, and i had to commute. The commute though was
from where i live to Southampton then onwards to Portsmouth. i covered 266
miles return trip with about a 2-2.5hrs ride time. This is how it all went....
first, i was excited... like a kid
waiting expectantly for his presents on Christmas morning, now we should all
have this feeling fresh in our minds because Christmas was only a few weeks
ago...! Anyway it was because i was not only getting a day out of the office,
but i was riding the bike our first longer distance affair...
oooohhhh. our longest trek has been
about 50 mile sin 1 hit at just under an hours ride, and my daily commute is 60
miles return each way being 45-60 mins.
2nd reason i was excited is that i
was gonna get to ride my bike in daylight hours.. You see all my commuting
since i have had my new bike has been on the dark side of Dusk & Dawn (They
are NOT, the 2 strippers i may or may not have spent time with............ pre
marriage of course!!!) :). i have only spent a little amount of time since over
the weekends riding for fun, so this was treat.
the downside of this scenario is
that i happened to undertake this journey just as the cold snap started and was
a little unprepared... my body and head were warm enough but my hands felt
it....
Bloody hell... i attempted to put
on my handlebar muffs first thing on the day but ended up, hooting at everyone,
and pressing the engine cut off when trying to accelerate... so i decided to
remove them for the trip and just take my inner silk gloves...
i was thinking to myself that they
would be enough and that i should be a man about it....60 miles into the trip
not only were fingers close to being frost bitten and therefore considerable
for amputation but my but becoming largely numb and unfeeling.
(Its weird trying to fart through
cheeks you cannot feel.... it’s like someone has cut off your bum!)
i had to stop, and at the nearest
services... which like the rays from heaven appeared to me within 5 miles of
these unwanted feelings. i was also extra pleased because it appeared to have a
McD's and the thought of a sausage McMuffin along with a hot coffee was just
too much.... i was aiming for the off ramp with determination.
I parked up, spent 10 mins taking
off my gloves, then helmet, then fighting with lock number 1, number 2 and
finally unhooking my bag and unzipping my jacket…. This ritual was going to be
a common theme through the day and I think numbered about 10 times….
Exhausting….
I almost ran into the services to
find that McDs was gone…. “Frak…” Oh well I had a Starbucks coffee and a Panini
(standing…. Mind you..) My hand became mine again, and normal services were
resumed in the butt department.
The journey continued. I managed to
get to my destination in 1 piece and almost refreshed. Now at this point I was
thinking that this is only half way.. I have to do it again tonight.
The temperature that day dropped
quicker than a prostitutes draws at the sight of a £5 note… and my journey this
time was 2.5hrs in the dark.. mainly because the route I took had a motorway
with no lighting, so all I could see were cats eyes for miles into the
distance.
Anyway I got home after another
stop to warm the pinkies.
