So this year started of on Thursday with Mr Jones & his Panzervagon turning up at Chez Grain for an overnight before the Friday ride up.
Coffee was drunk food was consumed & general bolacks was talked.
Up & atom Friday morning off out & on the way first stop Clackets lane to meet up with The Duffster & his FJ... Rain gear was the option for the day.
Off we trundle light showers on & off, pit stop at Reading for a coffee, snack & fule... I'm sure I got a free snack as I paid with a £20 & got given some change & a £20 back...??? Didn't complain about it..hahaha
Back on the road M4 was pants with lots of traffic & 50 limits for chunks of it & more rain showers some quite heavy...
Pit stop at not Aust services as it's called Severn view or something now... Bit more of a sit down as lunch was consummed.
This is where it started to go a bit pete tong. I hadnt botherd with the trusty MacNav bit of paper so gave Jonesey the lead with his sat nav. This of course took us the long way by M Ways first off heading west when we should have been going in a NE direction... Ok we got there in the end without stopping which meant a fule stop on the way out on Sat morn...
For a Storm meet only two Storms kept up the tradition...These days it's more of a BMW & Ducati fest...Shame but ho hum it's still a hoot meeting up with the crew & a few new faces.
Friday eve unsuprisinly involved alcohol & general bolacks + food prepared by the Cheeky ladies, Chilli & pizzas Thanks Sue & the crew...
Claimed the sofa to sleep on as the bunks are a bit small & didnt fancy a top bunk... Getting up in the night for a pish would have been a nightmare !
Up bright & early on Sat morn, cuppa, fag, shidown & a shower, then the hoards started emerging from thier pits...
Bunkgate...
An Irate Mons had a go at Victor for taking his bunk... He had been directed there by someone else but should have wonderd why there was gear on the bunk & the bed not made up...Think tony was more peveed by the fact his gear had been dummped on the floor...Handbags at dawn, well about 7.30 ish...
Sit down breakie about 8.30, more coffee & fags & general baldrocks. Saddle up for 10.00.
The focused group left first, the relaxed group shortly after & straight to a petrol station...
The relaxed group is still flat out in places & hardly relaxing !
So much so, not many pics of the weekend...
We trundled off for a bit of a meander & at a short stop for fule & drinks it was decided to head for Barry ( the seaside resort not Bazza) for lunch. This was a few more main roads rather than twisties, & some dubious back roads in the town, narrow, bummpy, twisty, steep downhill...

Despite heading off down a dead end, a bit of pavment surfing we got through , we got there in one peice & made use of facilities...
Barry Island beach front...Nue Red, Emmas Suzk & the Panzervagon.
After lunch we headed off via another fule stop... This time we hit some really nice roads, not a lot of traffic & heading up. Me ears even popped at one point... A stop at the top over looking a valley, where the zip wire place is...
Then we headed in the direction of Rhayader & after a long day out we got back to the bunkhouse sometime after 16.00...To find the Focuesed group already back & dinking beer. They had bailed out & headed home insted of carrying on for another 100 miles...Some of them had been there since Thursday & had been out riding on Friday...So fair play...
So Sat was BBQ night, the coals were lit the susages & burgers were burnt, beer was drunk an informal toast to Benny, Norman & Wicky thanks to a bottle of Glensomething Scotch brought along by Jonesey.
I say informal as there were only 5 shot glasses so I had to serve it dram by dram.
Went down well tho it was a nice sniffter...
So after another night on the sofa, quite comfy as it happens. Bazza was up alredy & joined me in dishwashing duties, someone has to do it...
Before breakie I decided to wipe the dew off me saddle, whilst I'm there I go round & do them all. My good deed for the day, which means I can from now of be obnoxious to every one...Hahahaha
Man hugs & fairwells for another year, some of these miscreants I wont see till Wales '23...
I didnt get a pic of the other Storm but this was there & its probaly faster...

Ready for the off...Almost, need to turn round to get out.
Off we head homeward bound. This time I took the lead to get us out of Rhayader & heading in the right direction to get back to the M4... We stopped for a regroup & I let Jones take over Sat nav set for M4 Crossing...It still took us via Hereford & the Severn crossing bridge was closed for repairs so we had to use the other one... Jones likes a bridge hahahaha. Quote ''I'm alright if I cant see over the edge & see the tiny ships...''
First pit stop @ Monmouth services just before the crossing back into England.
Once again we stopped at Reading for the final fule stop & a bite to eat.
We managed to get a final photo opertunity & proper Bin shot for Wicky...
The final run home on the M25, Duffy got the hump in traffic & fecked off never to be seen again... Naughty you dont leave your riding mates behind...
I waited for Jones to catch up & made the signal for a drink as we were near Clackets. So we stopped & grabbed a final drink before saying farewell as I was peeling off on to the M26 to head home...
Nue red run fautlessly & I didn't throw him down the road this year.
Tucked up in the cave about 16.00.
The washing can wait till Tuesday...
Another great weekend with me biking mates even tho the don't ride Storms most of them...
Oh & apart from the rain on the way down It stayed dry the rest of the weekend.
Roll on '23.
Making up since 2007, sometimes it's true...Honest...