6:22.....

That’s a bit like me sometimes, on my 1600....

Well you will follow those bloody satnavs.

There’s a German war memorial, up at the top of a very steep hill. The first time I went, I parked at the bottom and walked up. At the top, I discovered that there’s an access road, used by the bods when they mow the grass or whatever. Aha, I thought, I’ll remember that next time and ride up. Three years or so later, I was back with a friend of mine. Thinking that I had remembered, I said we’d ignore the car park and ride up. Excellent, he’d said. My memory of where the metalled path went had deceived me. We rode up a steep grass footpath, that was about six or eight inches deep in mud and about two foot wide. It was shit or bust time, so I just opened the throttle on the 1600 and prayed...... it sent a fountain of mud, spraying back over my friend..... oh how I did laugh!