marravtr wrote:quick blat, filled her up with fuel, quick check over, now on stands in the garage waiting to load her up for the TT
tony.mon wrote:Same................but Panniers now packed and fitted, just the tail pack & tank bag to pack tonight then off at 7am tomorrow
Then:
7.05- stop to pick up underwear from hard shoulder, repack properly, and use bungees this time.
7.17- fill up with fuel.
7.18- go back home to collect ferry ticket from where you left it beside the front door where you keep your bike keys.
7.40- fill up with fuel, having done over 110 for 30 mins to get back on schedule.
8.20- throw SatNav into roadside bin as it's taken you 98 miles to the other Heysham, near Norwich.
8.31- Fill up with fuel.
9.18- Fill up with fuel, and eat a Mars Bars and drink Red Bull Shot.
10.49- Fill up with fuel, vomit into petrol station waste bin, but forget that the flap swings back, covering shoes.
11.21- Fill up with fuel.
11.23- Arrive at correct ferry terminal, rebook tickets for next boat, paying £296.32 as a rebooking fee. It was apparently in the small print.
11.41- Leave parking deck, after watching two monkeys tie your bike down using old bits of oily string. As you walk upstairs, you hear a crunch. It wasn't yours, surely? Rush back down to check.
No, thank God, but it was the Gold Wing full dresser parked next to it that fallen on top of yours.
The resultant tangle has, at least, the positive that it's stable, and can't fall over any more.
The monkeys arrived with a crowbar, but you are not allowed onto the car deck, and so are chased upstairs.
11.59- You slump into a seat in the cafeteria, and enjoy a cheese sandwich from your rucksack.
12.11- Ferry pulls out into the harbour. On your way at last! Perhaps it will all get better now.
12.13- Wind picks up a little, seagulls seem to be having trouble staying alongside.
12.15- You re-visit the cheese sandwich, in the opposite direction.
13.17- A reassuringly cheerful and healthy-looking lady stewardess makes you move out of the comfy seat into the cheaper one you were allocated, so that the man in the wooly jumper can let his dog sit in your old seat.
Your new seat smells like someone has recently been ill in it....
13.18- The damp patch on your trousers confirms this.
Over the next three hours, a long, unsatisfactory, miserable tossing experience takes place, which reminds you of that time you tried to star in the porno film.
17.35- The captain apologises for the overshoot one more time, says that he's tacking back into the gale to get back upwind of the island, and hopes to make landfall by daybreak. He lies.
19.21- Wet, bedraggled, bruised, battered, and storm-tossed, your fish and chip supper looks even sorrier than you do.
21.52- The ship docks, with the aid of the RNLI tug sent out to assist for the last eight miles.
The news helicopter's downwash keeps blowing the jolly sea spray into the broken window and over your complimentary coffee.
23.51- Luckily, just three minutes before the Steam Packet Company would have had to book you into a hotel, the ship docks, and all of the gleaming machines, lovingly polished by their proud owners, are thrown quickly off the ship so that they can reload for the return journey.
You notice that two Sunbeam Seven owners have used your tent and sleeping bag as padding for the lovely strong tie-downs they brought with them.
They're so strong that even your aluminium tent poles have crushed into a seat-hugging shape.
0.37- Who would have known that they were a husband-and wife tag team wrestling duo, on their hols. They declined your polite request to compensate you for the damaged tent and sleeping bag, and introduced you to a new sleeping position, which apparently wouldn't fit into a tent anyway.
00.55- You decide that Casualty is probably warm and dry, and so plan to spend the night there. You climb onto your bike- which starts! Turning right off the slipway, you immediately discover one of the Isle of Man's quaint little ways- tram rails in the middle of the road.
04.26- The policeman who has passed by this way six or seven times before, finally notices that there is, in fact, a person underneath that heap of bike and camping gear, and stops to have a look.
Helping you lift the bike would, it seems, be against "Health and Safety", and so sadly he cannot assist you to lift it.
Anyway, the adrenaline caused by your newfound rage at his statement helps you to pick the bike up all by yourself, which is nice, isn't it?
04.28- The Manx policeman does not think it was funny that your bike then fell over the other way onto the bonnet of his car. Your giggling insanely at him does not help. He escorts you to a warm, dry place to spend the night.
14.16- Manx Radio is agog with the news that Guy Martin would indeed have broken the lap record if only he hadn't been slowed by the new chicane. Upon investigation by the Marshals it seems to be a bent, rusty motorcycle with "Honda" on the tank, that someone had placed a straw bale over in the middle of the night, slowing everyone down to go round it. Police are looking into it, according to the radio.
Still, there's always the sidecars to watch, isn't there?
tony.mon wrote:Same................but Panniers now packed and fitted, just the tail pack & tank bag to pack tonight then off at 7am tomorrow
Then:
7.05- stop to pick up underwear from hard shoulder, repack properly, and use bungees this time.
7.17- fill up with fuel.
7.18- go back home to collect ferry ticket from where you left it beside the front door where you keep your bike keys.
7.40- fill up with fuel, having done over 110 for 30 mins to get back on schedule.
8.20- throw SatNav into roadside bin as it's taken you 98 miles to the other Heysham, near Norwich.
8.31- Fill up with fuel.
9.18- Fill up with fuel, and eat a Mars Bars and drink Red Bull Shot.
10.49- Fill up with fuel, vomit into petrol station waste bin, but forget that the flap swings back, covering shoes.
11.21- Fill up with fuel.
11.23- Arrive at correct ferry terminal, rebook tickets for next boat, paying £296.32 as a rebooking fee. It was apparently in the small print.
11.41- Leave parking deck, after watching two monkeys tie your bike down using old bits of oily string. As you walk upstairs, you hear a crunch. It wasn't yours, surely? Rush back down to check.
No, thank God, but it was the Gold Wing full dresser parked next to it that fallen on top of yours.
The resultant tangle has, at least, the positive that it's stable, and can't fall over any more.
The monkeys arrived with a crowbar, but you are not allowed onto the car deck, and so are chased upstairs.
11.59- You slump into a seat in the cafeteria, and enjoy a cheese sandwich from your rucksack.
12.11- Ferry pulls out into the harbour. On your way at last! Perhaps it will all get better now.
12.13- Wind picks up a little, seagulls seem to be having trouble staying alongside.
12.15- You re-visit the cheese sandwich, in the opposite direction.
13.17- A reassuringly cheerful and healthy-looking lady stewardess makes you move out of the comfy seat into the cheaper one you were allocated, so that the man in the wooly jumper can let his dog sit in your old seat.
Your new seat smells like someone has recently been ill in it....
13.18- The damp patch on your trousers confirms this.
Over the next three hours, a long, unsatisfactory, miserable tossing experience takes place, which reminds you of that time you tried to star in the porno film.
17.35- The captain apologises for the overshoot one more time, says that he's tacking back into the gale to get back upwind of the island, and hopes to make landfall by daybreak. He lies.
19.21- Wet, bedraggled, bruised, battered, and storm-tossed, your fish and chip supper looks even sorrier than you do.
21.52- The ship docks, with the aid of the RNLI tug sent out to assist for the last eight miles.
The news helicopter's downwash keeps blowing the jolly sea spray into the broken window and over your complimentary coffee.
23.51- Luckily, just three minutes before the Steam Packet Company would have had to book you into a hotel, the ship docks, and all of the gleaming machines, lovingly polished by their proud owners, are thrown quickly off the ship so that they can reload for the return journey.
You notice that two Sunbeam Seven owners have used your tent and sleeping bag as padding for the lovely strong tie-downs they brought with them.
They're so strong that even your aluminium tent poles have crushed into a seat-hugging shape.
0.37- Who would have known that they were a husband-and wife tag team wrestling duo, on their hols. They declined your polite request to compensate you for the damaged tent and sleeping bag, and introduced you to a new sleeping position, which apparently wouldn't fit into a tent anyway.
00.55- You decide that Casualty is probably warm and dry, and so plan to spend the night there. You climb onto your bike- which starts! Turning right off the slipway, you immediately discover one of the Isle of Man's quaint little ways- tram rails in the middle of the road.
04.26- The policeman who has passed by this way six or seven times before, finally notices that there is, in fact, a person underneath that heap of bike and camping gear, and stops to have a look.
Helping you lift the bike would, it seems, be against "Health and Safety", and so sadly he cannot assist you to lift it.
Anyway, the adrenaline caused by your newfound rage at his statement helps you to pick the bike up all by yourself, which is nice, isn't it?
04.28- The Manx policeman does not think it was funny that your bike then fell over the other way onto the bonnet of his car. Your giggling insanely at him does not help. He escorts you to a warm, dry place to spend the night.
14.16- Manx Radio is agog with the news that Guy Martin would indeed have broken the lap record if only he hadn't been slowed by the new chicane. Upon investigation by the Marshals it seems to be a bent, rusty motorcycle with "Honda" on the tank, that someone had placed a straw bale over in the middle of the night, slowing everyone down to go round it. Police are looking into it, according to the radio.
Still, there's always the sidecars to watch, isn't there?
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