It continues to entertain me that any trip however short on a 15 year old wheezing and popping BMW K75 motorcycle leads to all wonder of discoveries and new experiences (other than near death experiences and freezing nadgers).
Why, only last weekend I was attempting a modest 10 mile trip in pursuit of pie and peas at my second Northern Section BMW Club meeting. These events appear to be gatherings of enthusiasts of both sexes and the range of conversations is wide including free bus passes, camping adventures in Beddgellert in February and the Nurburgring. The Greeks have a delightful way of describing these folk:
Καρποί με κέλυφος από κάθε είδος των καρπών με κέλυφος δένδρο.
So, what is all this about?
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| Discovery 1: My GPS battery ran down within 100 yards of home and that I can catch the device when it falls off the bike at speed. Here is where it used to be. |
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| Discovery 2: The Manchester Ship canal has a toll bridge that any normal person would avoid by using the M6 Motorway and the wind swept Thelwall Viaduct. The toll man waved me through with a cheery 2 finger salute as I had failed to find 12p whilst a queue of 30 cars built up behind me. |
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Discovery 3: The village of Rixton does not actually exist and therefore there are no sign posts pointing towards it. The reason that the Village Hall is called “Rixton Village Community Hall” escapes me.
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I was struck the other day by the remarkable resemblance of mushy peas (aka Yorkshire Caviar) and slurry. One tastes disgusting and the other is most probably disgusting. Are they related by any chance?
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| Slurry |
