Saturday morning, bad nights sleep so up early, feeling peckish, what the hell. Let’s take a ride, a long ride ( any ride is long on a Saturday morning when you could be in bed),
Destination = Terry’s Cafe, Great Suffolk st, SE1.
Mileage 12 miles.
For such a long and arduous journey I decided to take the RT and not the GS.
Had bike serviced in readiness, route meticulously planned over the last 3 months with help and advice from many on the forum. Breakdown cover checked. I’ll take a chance on the personal accident/medical cover.
Fuel tank fully brimmed.
I set off in a light drizzle, no, not the name of a technical waterproof suit, I’m talking about the weather conditions.
It was very slippery, but despite the weather I made it safely from the front door to where my bike was parked, phew, a promising start, the gods were looking out for me.
Very little traffic as I rode through the bad lands of Vauxhall and Elephant & Castle. The London equivalent of the “Stans” with its Mongol hordes.
Always a relief to cross the border into civilization, Borough.
A couple of short backroads and I finally reached my destination, Terry’s Cafe, SE1.
Parked directly outside, in a disabled bay, everyone knows that the disabled are never out before 10am, and it was only 9am.
But I walked with limp, just to cover myself.
There was a queue, but I was ushered in and sat at the disabled table, a surprise benefit of my newly found limp, and given an adult sized high chair to sit in, and a bib.
Anyway, let’s get to the point of this life changing ride report.
The Billingsgate Breakfast.
Ordered, with a tea, which arrived in a cup the size of a soup bowl.
And then the breakfast. The King of breakfasts.
Scallops, eggs, bacon, black pudding, mushrooms, spinach, sourdough toast and hollandasie sauce.
I’ll let the pictures do the talking.
Everyone should have such a breakfast at least once in their life.
Im sorry to keep you all on tenterhooks, but Part 2 of the ride, “The return home” is to follow later, after I’ve unpacked and rested up my bruised and battered body.
Destination = Terry’s Cafe, Great Suffolk st, SE1.
Mileage 12 miles.
For such a long and arduous journey I decided to take the RT and not the GS.
Had bike serviced in readiness, route meticulously planned over the last 3 months with help and advice from many on the forum. Breakdown cover checked. I’ll take a chance on the personal accident/medical cover.
Fuel tank fully brimmed.
I set off in a light drizzle, no, not the name of a technical waterproof suit, I’m talking about the weather conditions.
It was very slippery, but despite the weather I made it safely from the front door to where my bike was parked, phew, a promising start, the gods were looking out for me.
Very little traffic as I rode through the bad lands of Vauxhall and Elephant & Castle. The London equivalent of the “Stans” with its Mongol hordes.
Always a relief to cross the border into civilization, Borough.
A couple of short backroads and I finally reached my destination, Terry’s Cafe, SE1.
Parked directly outside, in a disabled bay, everyone knows that the disabled are never out before 10am, and it was only 9am.
But I walked with limp, just to cover myself.
There was a queue, but I was ushered in and sat at the disabled table, a surprise benefit of my newly found limp, and given an adult sized high chair to sit in, and a bib.
Anyway, let’s get to the point of this life changing ride report.
The Billingsgate Breakfast.
Ordered, with a tea, which arrived in a cup the size of a soup bowl.
And then the breakfast. The King of breakfasts.
Scallops, eggs, bacon, black pudding, mushrooms, spinach, sourdough toast and hollandasie sauce.
I’ll let the pictures do the talking.
Everyone should have such a breakfast at least once in their life.
Im sorry to keep you all on tenterhooks, but Part 2 of the ride, “The return home” is to follow later, after I’ve unpacked and rested up my bruised and battered body.
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