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Here we go then, GOTC 09. Thursday afternoon at half two I escaped work and headed from Leicester to Scotland. I wanted to be North of Glasgow that night.
I made Balloch at the South end of Loch Lomond for half eight and found myself a B&B above an Italian restaurant. There was a pub opposite so my mission for the day was complete.
The local brew of choice was Tennent Extra Cold Piss so when in Rome as they say I got in on the act and polished off half a dozen then went for fish and chips down by the river.
I found another pub and sat for a while at the bar with a lady midget and a tall bloke who talked like Lurch off the Adams family. The barman only had one ear which only added to this freak bars charms.
Back at my digs later I found an attraction to the artwork in my room. Italian art has always interested me after seeing that film about the bloke who painted church ceilings on his back.
The next day after the finest full English breakfast cooked by an Italian in Scotland that I've ever eaten I hit the trail for Ullapool.
Fine weather spurred me on at first.
I filled up at Tindrum and managed to get 29 litres in the tank then headed North on my favorite “A” road in the British Isles. Glen something or other? It looses it's fascination when you come over that bridge and turn left for Fort William though, I never enjoy the bit along side the loch for some reason.
At the Commando Memorial I stoped to take a photo, the first time I've done this even though I've passed it at least once a year for the last six years.
I'm glad I did now.
While there I heard two bikes ride by then pull into the car park. Flash of the Gap and Tuned In had found me.
We rode on together to Ullapool, and experienced a bit of inclement weather for the first time that day. Although when we got to the camp site the weather cleared up while we stuck the tents up.
With the tents pitched Flash got his Jägermeister goggles on and the inevitable started.
It was all very civilised at first, sat under Flash's tarp partaking a mid afternoon snifter seemed innocent enough. Oonyack and Rabmack joined us with a bottle.
Then a couple more bottles appeared. Klanky and a gent who I didn't catch the name of joined us.
Then it got messy.............
I made Balloch at the South end of Loch Lomond for half eight and found myself a B&B above an Italian restaurant. There was a pub opposite so my mission for the day was complete.
The local brew of choice was Tennent Extra Cold Piss so when in Rome as they say I got in on the act and polished off half a dozen then went for fish and chips down by the river.
I found another pub and sat for a while at the bar with a lady midget and a tall bloke who talked like Lurch off the Adams family. The barman only had one ear which only added to this freak bars charms.
Back at my digs later I found an attraction to the artwork in my room. Italian art has always interested me after seeing that film about the bloke who painted church ceilings on his back.
The next day after the finest full English breakfast cooked by an Italian in Scotland that I've ever eaten I hit the trail for Ullapool.
Fine weather spurred me on at first.
I filled up at Tindrum and managed to get 29 litres in the tank then headed North on my favorite “A” road in the British Isles. Glen something or other? It looses it's fascination when you come over that bridge and turn left for Fort William though, I never enjoy the bit along side the loch for some reason.
At the Commando Memorial I stoped to take a photo, the first time I've done this even though I've passed it at least once a year for the last six years.
I'm glad I did now.
While there I heard two bikes ride by then pull into the car park. Flash of the Gap and Tuned In had found me.
We rode on together to Ullapool, and experienced a bit of inclement weather for the first time that day. Although when we got to the camp site the weather cleared up while we stuck the tents up.
With the tents pitched Flash got his Jägermeister goggles on and the inevitable started.
It was all very civilised at first, sat under Flash's tarp partaking a mid afternoon snifter seemed innocent enough. Oonyack and Rabmack joined us with a bottle.
Then a couple more bottles appeared. Klanky and a gent who I didn't catch the name of joined us.
Then it got messy.............