Thanks guy's for a great weekend.
to Jockser, Aidan and Mand the Mugger, of money, in a nice way, for Chariddee.
Ravenbyrne and Geraldine for the friendly smile and welcome as we came out of the Port.
The taxi driver who lifted my bike with the back end of his car and said "Oi neva tuched it."
Jockser for the ride from DunLaiogharie to Tipp.
That was the fastest 140 mile, off road ride I've ever done.
What I learnt on the first day.......
Boreens (however it's spelt) equals grass tracks (instead of white centre lines), with loose gravel and marbles and sometimes joined up tarmac.
But i was alright because Jockser told me..... Oh you'll be foine.
Guiness is not good for you
Resolve\Paracetomol is a man's best friend, not a feckin dog.
Fear is as good as a heated jacket
The Second day.
Day 2 though was much better after the overnight rain because the Boreens, the grass, the marbles and loose gravel were now mostly wet and slippery in parts so we just speeded up and we were fine.
. Jockser was right again.
On the second night I ordered a pint of guiness and showed the barman 4 fingers and mouthed "room 4", feck me 2 minutes later he followed me into the dining room with 4 more pints and said "I taught you sed himself had room for 4 more pints".
, and that is true.
So a Canadian and a Mexican had one each and Matt had another, the barman must have kept one and then we then debated HP sauce in the north and Chef's sauce in the south .
Slept
Had Brekky, no baked beans in Southern Ireland ....
And then I rode home with Primer and Failure Pending.
I'll be back
Ta very much.