Well none of this has gone according to plan, but what a fantastic day and what great company !
What happened was.......
I have been helping my friends at Bristol Motorrad, to prepare an offroad GS ride, for the BMW Owners Club May Bank Holiday event.
Mike and I have rehearsed the ride twice, perfecting an amazing novice offroad event with all sorts of challenging venues, ready for the big ride today.
Yesterday I get a phone call from Mike, "I think I've, broken my leg."
So I hot foot it to the Motorrad event, which I must say and I declare this with no business interests whatsoever with these guys, was a truly magnificent display:
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I discover that Mike was demonstrating a 450 power slide and his boot dug in and has ripped his knee tendons, with the result that his leg bends at strange angles. WSM General Hospital dealt with matters and we make a decision to abandon the ride
However there is big interest and also disappointment, so we decide to run a different route, at short notice, so as not to disappoint people who have travelled great distances.
Today I arrive, to lead the said ride and discover that Mike was 999'd to hospital at 3.00am in extreme agony and is now a zombie on morphine. The unknown ride members arrive and the numbers are starting to grow:
So 26 BMW owners set off for a challenging event and Graham, on his 1200RT volunteers to me tail end. He teaches me how to export Zumo routes. Never stop learning.
Now I know that parking, at our first stop, will be challenging, to say the least at Gold Hill and I never expected such a huge group. All sorts of thoughts are whizzing through my brain, but Imagine our fortune to find 50 metres of vacant layby at the top of gold hill. PERFECT:
What are the chances of that. The old fella across the road said to me, " I've never seen so many bikes at gold hill!"
The owners refreshed themselves at The Salt Cellar:
This was the scene of that famous Hovis advert...eee when I were a lad...
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Whilst the members were enjoying their coffee stops, I was making calls to our planned lunch venues and none (I shan't disgrace them by naming them) were able to accommodate such a large group, except for one which we found, the previous week, in Market Lavington, and they offered to have a BBQ ready for us. Brill !!! What I needed was their contact number and I awoke Mike from his morphine stupour and he successfully Ipodded details to me and arrangements were made.
So route ammended and off we went, via Zig Zag hill, passing my first abandoned offroad around Madonna's last place, passing my second abandoned offroad on Shaftesbury Drove and we biked it to the Fovant Badges
Next stop Stonehenge, heaving with tourists, as usual:
Most of the group hadn't seen Stonehenge, others were indifferent, So I made the decision to let most go and see the henge and I invited others for a little play:
What happened was.......
I have been helping my friends at Bristol Motorrad, to prepare an offroad GS ride, for the BMW Owners Club May Bank Holiday event.
Mike and I have rehearsed the ride twice, perfecting an amazing novice offroad event with all sorts of challenging venues, ready for the big ride today.
Yesterday I get a phone call from Mike, "I think I've, broken my leg."
So I hot foot it to the Motorrad event, which I must say and I declare this with no business interests whatsoever with these guys, was a truly magnificent display:
I discover that Mike was demonstrating a 450 power slide and his boot dug in and has ripped his knee tendons, with the result that his leg bends at strange angles. WSM General Hospital dealt with matters and we make a decision to abandon the ride
However there is big interest and also disappointment, so we decide to run a different route, at short notice, so as not to disappoint people who have travelled great distances.
Today I arrive, to lead the said ride and discover that Mike was 999'd to hospital at 3.00am in extreme agony and is now a zombie on morphine. The unknown ride members arrive and the numbers are starting to grow:
So 26 BMW owners set off for a challenging event and Graham, on his 1200RT volunteers to me tail end. He teaches me how to export Zumo routes. Never stop learning.
Now I know that parking, at our first stop, will be challenging, to say the least at Gold Hill and I never expected such a huge group. All sorts of thoughts are whizzing through my brain, but Imagine our fortune to find 50 metres of vacant layby at the top of gold hill. PERFECT:
What are the chances of that. The old fella across the road said to me, " I've never seen so many bikes at gold hill!"
The owners refreshed themselves at The Salt Cellar:
This was the scene of that famous Hovis advert...eee when I were a lad...
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Whilst the members were enjoying their coffee stops, I was making calls to our planned lunch venues and none (I shan't disgrace them by naming them) were able to accommodate such a large group, except for one which we found, the previous week, in Market Lavington, and they offered to have a BBQ ready for us. Brill !!! What I needed was their contact number and I awoke Mike from his morphine stupour and he successfully Ipodded details to me and arrangements were made.
So route ammended and off we went, via Zig Zag hill, passing my first abandoned offroad around Madonna's last place, passing my second abandoned offroad on Shaftesbury Drove and we biked it to the Fovant Badges
Next stop Stonehenge, heaving with tourists, as usual:
Most of the group hadn't seen Stonehenge, others were indifferent, So I made the decision to let most go and see the henge and I invited others for a little play:
