Well, we made it. Was a fantastic weekend, it was basically a weekend of reminiscing on my first couple of years living down south.
I rode down the A48 from Gloucester and to the Old Severn bridge and went over the pedestrian bit which I've never done before, then stuck the the normal roads and down the A38 to end in Fowlers to meet the '4 Counties Bikers' group and have a full english
The ride there, once I got to Bristol, was the first of many flashbacks, I rode past the first place I lived in Bristol, my old local for two years, one of the places we used to have the Thursday night Mofo meets and into Fowlers itself.
Then orf down the A37 to Wincanton to spend the night drinking with Rick (Viper), which again is a lot of road I used to do quite a bit to go and see Rick and Lou and the kids but I've not done it since 2008 when we moved away from Bristol.
Sunday was awesome, spend the day with them and then in the early evening only a short blast from his up to Shepton Mallet for a wedding, checked in to the B&B, and on the 10 min walk to the venue thought I'd best line my stomach before the drinking began
Then got a few (not competitively priced) ciders down me neck and threw a few shapes:
Did a bit of winding up of the other guests, which was another great part of the weekend, it was pretty much a reunion of people I worked with from 2008, there was also a characterist there drawing people:
And the cake was cool, like Christmas pressies:
Got back to the B&B and rang Grunty to check in
(and tell her I missed her) and listened to someones alarm going off all night
Then had a nice ride from Shepton over to Weston Super Mare to meet another mate I've not seen for years for a quick catch up, so went via Cheddar Gorge, which I used to do in the other direction every day in 2006 travelling from work in Weston back home in Bristol.
Was going to stop for a brew in Cheddar but it was a bit depressing as it's practically a ghost town at this time of year, so I stopped at Burnham on Sea, to see the Sea Sea Sea
And have a chuckle as I rode past Mikes Fun Pub, where your feet are guaranteed to stick to the floor, had some good nights in there, some with a friend who has just recently passed away so that was a bit of a thinker, then off to Weston, to take a couple of pics then go see my mate.
Not alot of bike around at this time of year I noticed:
This is the first time I've seen the new pier
And it was beautiful on the beach
So off to my mates work for a brew and met the office pooch, Doris
Then began the nearly 70 mile journey home on the little fella.
Had a fantastic weekend seeing tplaces, riding roads and seeing friends I've not experienced for far too long, and as a bonus my crappy, little Chinese 125 was phenomenal, didn't miss a beat, and was just a hoot to ride. I loved it, the only time I've ridden a 125 was my CBT in 2003 and I took Cheryl's CG125 a mile down the road and back when she got it in 2009, I might treat it to a 150cc big bore kit though
