Bum Wee and Sun at Last

Where was we... O yes in the club barn pissed up on a one wheeled bike.

When we got around to one of the major concerns of any right thinking biker .... Having a Poo...

Or not as the case may be. There was by now, after so much sea food and beer, a general churning of guts with far to much wind involved. We got to... when did you last go, was it a good one and of even consistency? Usual sort of questions. Answers ranged from solid from riding all day to piping bag and the worst fear of all to any biker all done up in wet weather gear "BUM WEE".

I'm sure I need not explain any more you all know what I'm talking about. Needless to say one of us could even spell all of it and wrote it in the dirt on Clunks bike. Oh we did laugh.

First thing in the morning he was out washing his bike ready for the day , not a mention of the little message left for him ( it was just dirty) . He missed the same on his number plate left by some monkeys who rode behind him saying Ha look at the bike with rude words on it (in France where they speaks French) no one but they had any idea what it said.

Any way we set off for a day in the sun and a ride around some of the coast and river valleys.

We headed for Larmor Plage a small seaside place which has a market on a Sunday morning. On this Sunday they also had an Art market... Well what can I say ... ... I know it was shit....

Unbelievable I have in fact been to this market before and it was the same then even down to the place that the seller (I Won't call them Artists) sat a flogging the stuff. We had fun and went to a cafe for some breakfast.. Four coffees and four beers says I to the fine looking young lady who invited us in " you have some Friends come " she demanded " No that's our breakfast" we explained. "English" said she and wiggled away for our beverages, dear of her. What a great way to start any day eyeing up the ass of a young french girl then beer and coffee which was probably better for us.

From the cafe we went along the coast which was stunning. With fantastic view's on a bendy road. Coming around a bend and seeing the sea and a beach just takes your breath away and being on the bike you get to smell the air and really feel your surroundings as well... Fab.

We rode to Guidel and the on to Le Pouldu for lunch in a crepe restaurant. Coming from the lizard we was surprised to see this place cos we have one too its called Poldhu Cove. Just another example of how close Cornwall and Brittany really are. they share so much in language and culture its a shame more isn't made of it.

Anyway on the beach Bullfrog decided to get all Arty himself taking a few snaps after seeing a reflection in some of the shiney bits on our bikes. Not his bike, cos it is a pile of do..doo.
Him having A level photoing and all, and may be trying to make his dear old mum proud of him her being so arty er self









Not a bit of it! .... What he actually said was
"Check out the funny faces i can pull in this here mirrory thing,,,, I look fucking wearied".
Very Arty we all thought.

Then onward from the sea we went, inland towards Quimperle. A nice little town where two rivers seem to join. Again some great roads all bends and turns really good for riding, not that head down, ass up lashed to the tank of a plastic bullet, dressed in outrageous coloured leather kind of riding, but the kind that gives you time to enjoy everything around you and remember that life is good.

So after many miles of country side we stopped off for some afternoon beer a funny place right by the side of this lovely river I think was the Scoff. What a place even had a fake stork on the roof. We made an impression on the owner who wanted to take our picture... So we let her....

Did she know we was star's about to appear in the local paper. Was it cos we looked so hard and mean on our hogs.. Well bikes then, Or was it cos we was so drop dead gorgeous.

Who knows anyway she took the pic's, we had the beer and All was well. We looked great and cool as you like as we sped away I'm sure.

Breaking a few hearts along the way is just part of the game......

Finally we ended up at our great friends Gail and Bob who had invited us for a Bar Bee.

It was great more beer and meat what more do lads need.We met up with Richard and Claire and there very new little boy (well done Rich) and some new french ladies ....

great fun was had by all. THANK YOU Bob and Gail we miss you, then back home to the club barn for some much earn sleep. Which I was ready for after one of the best days riding with four of my best mates, I have ever had.

TA