showmethecakes Wed Aug 17, 2016 7:20 pm
I think the plan is to ride Sunday but wait for Martin to confirm.
As for today not another week must go by without a detailed report so here it is....
It was almost the magnificent 7 ride again but there was only six of us. So the special 6 set off and were immediately joined by Chris to make it 7. Hurrah. We were anticipating Ivan making an appearance but he's reportedly in France with something large and throbbing between his legs.
At Churchill 'The Angry One' got lippy with a stage coach driver and had to be talked down from a gunfight by 'Six Shooter Steve'. We were then led down the A38 by 'The Man with a Name - Micha' followed by 'Blazing Pants' et al. At the Wrington staging post we were joined by 'The Dandy Highwayman'. Bad Ass Bernie popped into the saloon to shoot off his weapon before remounting and riding off into the sun with a bit of cloud and a warm North Easterly, 5 or 6, decreasing 3 by 1600.
Over the top of Redhill a stage coach was being robbed as the road was blocked ahead. Like many other Cowboys we took to the prairie trail but within a mile or so we were encircled by Indians, one of them driving a f****** great truck which took up about 200% of the available road. The boys had prepared for this eventuality having all, at some stage, walked into a gay bar and practised 'backs to the wall'. Bikes were buried deep into hedgrows followed by our arses. We stood to attention and waited patiently as the lorry grazed our helmets on its way through. Now hedges are not quite so solid as walls so I'm glad there were no gay farmers in the field behind.
Blazing Pants was convinced there was a second turning to take us to Winford as we had just ridden past the first one. Sure enough there was the left turn which was no better than a farm track at the bottom causing Blazing Pants' steed to go lame. While Blazing Pants gently put his steed to rest with both barrels Bad Ass and Kick my Butt Keith continued to head east in search of a watering hole. The rest of the possy following behind.
At a key junction Six Shooter dismounted and put his ear to the ground. "Two bikes with old men heading east. If we take the mountain path we can head them off at the A37 and get to the watering hole before them." Sure enough, as night follows day, the slippery seven got to the cafe first.
Connies Hotel had all the usual trappings of a Wild West hostel. The women of the town were serving their menfolk while the sheriff sat quietly in the window watching for gunslingers coming into town. A toothless old man belted out honky tonk on a beaten up old piano while the cowboys downed their drinks. Bad Ass got into an argument about where to park his steed and before you could say "Look, there's Bernie having an argument with that women about where to park his bike" he'd gunned her down.
The magnificent 7 plus two became the minority 3 and a pair plus two loners as we all galloped away to cross the county line back into Somerset.
OJC: 2
KFC: 6/10
TTCR: 8/10 (priceybutnice).