Down Extreme West.

[Saul]

Got the electronic Bat Signal to meet with the Distinguished Senior Gentleman of Fowey (Combined age 250) for a ride out Down West at 10:30 am.   Given that I had just finished a night shift I figured why not?  Didn’t want to miss out, youm a long time dead.    

We headed out through St Austell down the A390 to Truro.   Then down to Falmouth and along the South Coast to Helston, Marazion, Long Rock and Penzance.  Bleddy stunning weather but chilly.   Not that it bothered me behind the CBF’s touring screen.   Told the others I was actually a bit stuffy and two warm behind the screen,  which they were delighted to hear in their cool  looking but cold leathers .  
Just before we got to St Just we stopped at Boscawen Ur Stone Circle for a bit of Paganism but collectively decided it was to fucking cold to dance around the stones naked. Also with our years of experience we all pissed with the constant wind rather than against it, luckily just after we saw a hunt.    Again after some discussion we decided not to lick the stones, every though one was solid quartz, as they were probably contaminated with Pagan DNA.   

We headed on down past Lands End airport to St Just in Penwith for a pasty dinner, met the local village idiot who wanted to sell us a Big Issue.   I said ok only to hear he didn’t have any.    .   Fucking numpty shuffled off after that, don’t think he had a scenario worked out for that turn of events.  


Resident Idiot, parents were obviously two closely related    

 

With a healthy dose of heartburn we then St Just left for Godrevy onto St Ives, Hayle, the Towans finally stopping at Pentreath for a posh coffee.   During which we discussed how many vertically challenged gentleman we saw riding Wank Panzers today.  The Gamma ripped nicely up Pentreath hill with the Greeeves bogging behind in a plume of blue smoke.    We were also a little derisory about a chap on his 24 plate Harley who went past with AC/DC blasting out of his radio for everyone’s enjoyment. 

 

Coffee and second piss done we headed home via the quick route back up the A30. Well I say quick we did have to ancient rattle machines with us who riders openly admit the vision blurs over 70 mph.  Of course none of that non sense on the CBF.  
 Left the A30 at Innis Downs then Lanivet, Lanhydrock, Fowey Cross and home in time for the rugby.   Which I managed to sleep through.   Good day and 130 miles with laughs, coffee and heartburn.   Hoping for a summer of this  

 

[YamaHead]

Man, do I miss those days.... 

[Catteeclan]

Great mix of bikes and you had the sun. Now get some sleep.

[Pedro]

9 hours ago, Saul said:

If that’s not socially considerate parking I don’t know nothing! 
 

[Pedro]

What are your thoughts on the Guzzi, @Saul?

[Saul]

What actually happened was the square was full so we waited for a space then all jumped in.  Whilst eating the square cleared leaving our bikes like that.   I would love to claim that we were good boys but it just happened that way. 

[Saul]

34 minutes ago, Pedro said:

What are your thoughts on the Guzzi, @Saul?

Bloody nice bike in general, gearbox is an acquired taste but once you get into the rhythm of it, it's functional if a little agricultural.    I wouldn't let it put me off, just part of the bike you've got to tune into.  Sounds lovely with lots of torque.  It's plenty quick enough 90 BHP I think, although my Hornets 90 horses seem a lot angrier than his Guzzi ones.   Martyn the chap who owns it also has a Road Glide and BMW R100 but the Guzzi is his go to bike.  Martyn obviously likes the clunk.  He is from the Jap Crap School of thought.     I just told him he is a masochist and should let himself enjoy the good things in life