so so so tired and i've got a sore neck.........
all day on the bike, started off with a ride over to west london to meet carl. only to find out my numberplate had fallen off, i thought i'd heard a strange sound after hitting a pot hole in southwark. so me and carl traced the route back, we managed to find the plate, pretty smashed up, but holding together ok because of the laminate.

i cable tied it back onto the bike, and off we go, first to richmond park, to take some photos of the bike, we saw loads of deer in the park, which was lovely. then we rode to dunsfold, where the top gear test track is, we know a nice country pub, it just so happens a rather tall fellow forum member lives near by, we only woke the lazy bugger up....
he heard the bikes, and joined us for a pint in his local. by this time my numberplate was looking very bad....
the 3 of us set off for a ride to box hill, seeing ian trying to avoid wind blast made me laugh so much....
head down, knee's and elbows out
after being stuck in conversation with a couple of elderly gents at ryka's, we set off for home. at this point i decided to put my numberplate inside my jacket, as it was about to fall off, very liberating riding thru london with no plate, traffic cameras aren't a problem....
not once did i get pulled by the police, very strange tho because only last night i ordered a new plate for the bike, and then this happens....
great fun tho, thanks for the pint ian.......
