I should say at the outset that this trip was one of the most entertaining and funniest trips yet in my biking histoire. We seemed to be laughing almost non stop at each others antics the whole week end.
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I would also like to take this opportunity to thank Ronnie and Christine and the Kimmels for making my stay in Jockgrim most enjoyable.
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Ronno and the guys have already posted the details of the trip in terms of route etc so as usual here are the pics I took with little or no emphasis on the narrative.
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Johnny and I found ourselves in deepest darkest Phalz within what seemed like a few hours of leaving the Ijmuuiden ferry.
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Johnny had taken so many seasick tablets the night before his head swoll up and he couldn’t get his helmet on properly. He said this proved draughty on the Autobahn but was handy for coffee and scoff at the stops.
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Herr Kimmel and the guys arrived to find me and Johnny already enjoying the hospitality of Günter and Angelica our hosts at the Elephant.
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That evening it was lovely to meet Herr und Frau Kimmel senior who are wearing their years extremely well thank you. Here they are enjoying the festivities and our presentation to them. We had a hilarious evening and Ronnie’s mum stole the show with some very funny stories.
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Ronnie took us out for a very enjoyable run on the Wein Strasse ending up for lunch at <st1lace w:st="on">St Martin</st1lace> which was one of the nicest villages I have ever seen. I am defo going back and will bring the bros and some more mates plus, who knows even SWMBO.
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Günter had an old 1950s NSU which he insisted on showing us. It was in pristine condition, Günter owned it from new.
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It was time though for the guys to don their kilts and take to the town. Having walked into the centre of Jockgrim with the guys I have to say the expression on some of the faces of the folks was priceless. Especially the kids, they looked really surprised and were immediately talking to their parents for some kind of assurance/info/reference.
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Ronnies cuz came along, the guys called him Captain Pugwash for some strange reason.
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Wee garden in village centre Jockgrim, kina cute
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As the night went on we all got hungrey and the pics tell the story.
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Later on the evening one rather pretty German Fraulein kept questioning the guys aboot what they wore below their kilts.
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The lady was very persistent and decided to satisfy herself. She tried the old lets drop a coin behind Johnny and bend down and have a good look up there. You’ll never guess what … yes she was caught on much to the delight of her mates.
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I think this was an amazing moment and extremely funny. Her friends expression says it all. I thought G.C. was going to pee his pants, sorry kilt with laughter.
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She needn’t have worried as a short time later no less than HRH Der Konig hissell was to reveal what all self respecting Scotsmen wear under their KILTS
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At this point the guys well led by Herr Floyd, decided to do a sword dance with some wooden swords they had purchased earlier much to the delight of the locals.
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Some of the local gals were quite friendly and wanted their photos taken with the marauding Celts. Of course one must rise to the occasion.
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By this stage oor host had hurt hisel exiting the gents and was sporting a bandage which didn’t seem to slow his progress at all.
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By now it was time to re invade <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Poland</st1lace></st1:country-region>!! NOT J
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That’s your lot guys, hope you enjoyed the pics of what was in my opinion a defining UKGSer experience !!!!
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Zum Wohl, roll on 2010.
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> </o>I would also like to take this opportunity to thank Ronnie and Christine and the Kimmels for making my stay in Jockgrim most enjoyable.
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> </o>Ronno and the guys have already posted the details of the trip in terms of route etc so as usual here are the pics I took with little or no emphasis on the narrative.
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> </o>Johnny and I found ourselves in deepest darkest Phalz within what seemed like a few hours of leaving the Ijmuuiden ferry.
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> </o>That evening it was lovely to meet Herr und Frau Kimmel senior who are wearing their years extremely well thank you. Here they are enjoying the festivities and our presentation to them. We had a hilarious evening and Ronnie’s mum stole the show with some very funny stories.
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> </o>Ronnie took us out for a very enjoyable run on the Wein Strasse ending up for lunch at <st1
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> </o>Those good ol Germans insist that when you go to <st1
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> </o>Günter had an old 1950s NSU which he insisted on showing us. It was in pristine condition, Günter owned it from new.
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> </o>It was time though for the guys to don their kilts and take to the town. Having walked into the centre of Jockgrim with the guys I have to say the expression on some of the faces of the folks was priceless. Especially the kids, they looked really surprised and were immediately talking to their parents for some kind of assurance/info/reference.
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> </o>The lady was very persistent and decided to satisfy herself. She tried the old lets drop a coin behind Johnny and bend down and have a good look up there. You’ll never guess what … yes she was caught on much to the delight of her mates.
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> </o>I think this was an amazing moment and extremely funny. Her friends expression says it all. I thought G.C. was going to pee his pants, sorry kilt with laughter.
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> </o>She needn’t have worried as a short time later no less than HRH Der Konig hissell was to reveal what all self respecting Scotsmen wear under their KILTS
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> </o>At this point the guys well led by Herr Floyd, decided to do a sword dance with some wooden swords they had purchased earlier much to the delight of the locals.
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> </o>Some of the local gals were quite friendly and wanted their photos taken with the marauding Celts. Of course one must rise to the occasion.
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. Me and the rest of my family loved having the gang over there. It was a really special weekend.
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I hope you remembered to bring it home 
