When I saw the pin in Jimbo's map I thought to myself 'That's David's turf, what the hell were they doing letting Rich go to the toilet without backup'.
So the endo. Picture the scene, 90 degree left hander, road shrouded with grass covered earthen banks & high hedges. Lee & ABV practically swap bikes mid turn, then a certain gentleman in the interests of scrubbing off speed grabs a fistful of front break, ends up on the front wheel with a Valentino Rossi-esque left leg out & actually manages to turn......whilst on the white lines. I was at the back of the pack & had a great view. Suffice to say it looked graceful, purposeful & properly impressive. Dave took ride-out circus skills to a whole new level. We then 'treated' ourselves to the full Fenland experience, which included riding at 'a fair old pace' on roads strewn with King Edward potatoes and the occasional onion, and lunch at the 'Deliverance' Cafe. Café highlights included: • The whole place going silent when we walked in • Dis-guarded animal bones strewn across the car park • Dave bravely using a urinal, whilst a local was stood at the one next to him with his trousers & y-fronts around his ankles, hunched over heavy breathing & moaning. I took the brave option, ducked in to trap 2 & was laughing my @rse off We got the hell out of there sharpish. It was a phenomenal day & one of the best epic mileage ride outs I’ve done this year.
Yep, that's me alright...not the most flattering of photo's. If I'd known it was going to make its way on here, I'd have adopted one of my stock Littlewoods catalogue poses
I'm glad I was blissfully unaware of the potential carnage happening behind me ! I'm not sure how we would have explained how we all crashed on the ride out, into each other, in one massive pile up.
Hardly recognized you mate. You ain't half lost some weight since I last seen you at the show last year. Good on ye.
I am still laughing fella's, have been all day. I’ve been living out here for about five years and I still get the 'you’re not local are you' look. You wondered why I have a gun, well now you know. I have stopped off at 'Deliverance' Cafe a few times, the fry up are good but never used the toilets before and reading this I never will. Not unless Benn's stood arm folded at the door to stop anyone else going in. Vino, them's sugar beat not potatoes mate.
FoC, I'll bow to your aggrecultural prowess, but I'm a great believer that if it looks like a potato (at supersonic speeds), then it probably is. The all day breakfast for the bargain price of £4.80 did look good, with the exception of the bacon. ABV had to resist the urge to ask for more bacon with his fat....but as none of us fancied being fisted in the £0.50p a go shower (also next to the urinals), or ending up in next weeks 'meat' pie, we kept quiet. In fact, I think visiting the Greenman Cafe should be a forum right of passage.
Grasshopper, once you have braved and endured the Greenman bog, you will be ready to wear the 1000rr mantle.
Lol Ken, quality....although that looks positively luxurious & civilised by comparison. I reckon a visit to the Greenman should earn you a special badge or something + membership to a support group to help you manage the trauma of visiting FoC's local greasey spoon.
Too true... It took the forth flyby for me to realise they were whole red onions in the road!? Lol (we must have slowed down for some strange reason??)
There's a green and spooky truck stop To the north of Ely town There's a little toilet block beside the cafe There's a broken hearted redneck mourns the loss of Dave D's ass And he weeps and stands there with his trackkies down. He was smitten right away on the chill but sunny day That the bladers rumbled onto the car park He watched them order tea And he knew they'd need to pee So he dropped his kecks and waited in the dark As the moments ticked away and the clock approached midday He heard somebody approach outside the door But his yearning came to nothing as he gave his knob a buffing And his contact lens fell out and hit the floor In his hyperopic state he realised too llate The urinal's edge was just below his knee When he bent to get his lens His head smacked the porcelain And his mullet filled with fag ends and stale pee This was when the door swung open And the bladers strode in hoping That the sight that met their eyes was an illusion A debagged inbred lurching Groaning, weeping, mumbling, gurning Looking like an extra from the walking dead Vino had the wherewithal To bag the only empty stall Leaving Dave to face the monster on his todd He cowered in there crying Tears of laughter and guffawing Cos he really is an evil little sod Poor Dave he did his best To puff out his manly chest And proceed to void his bladder like he'd planned But in the corner of his eye He could see the redneck sigh That another special moment hadn't panned Dave finished his ablutions Vino ceased his convolutions And they made it back to Jimbo safe and sound And the redneck stood there bitter In the Greenman Café shitter Like he'd dropped a fiver but only found a pound
Any of you guy's around for a ride/meet sat or sun this weekend? I live near Epping so could meet in high beach?
