That would also mean I was confident of enough fuel to make Rosslare without refuelling.
I rose at 0545 last Monday, having packed the scooter the night before, to find frost on the bike
. Fortunately the Tucano had a seat cover I had put in place but at the heady heights of 2C I was hoping the leccy jacket was on good form and there were no pockets of black ice on the minor roads I had to take to pick up the Waterford road.
It was a gorgeous (if chilly) morning
Soon Mr Gerbing’s heated jacket was doing its work and I cautiously went my way, undecided whether to take the Mullinavat shortcut or just belt down the M9.
Indecision is a bad state of mind and I was almost past the exit when I asked myself’why the hell not try it?’...especially since I had studiously ignored it on previous trips.
No sooner taken than I found out ‘why the hell not’
.
From a rapid and empty motorway I found myself on a winding and bumpy smaller road - normally something of joy to a rider but when riding into the rising sun whilst fearing black ice, perhaps less so
.
So I rode along with one hand shielding my eyes from the dazzling low sun - fortunately the Burgervan seemed very stable on the winding road.
Soon I found myself going right through the centre of New Ross and over the river, finally reaching Rosslare (a little more tired than I expected) in time to refuel and ride straight on to the ferry without any stop other than to confirm my name and get my boarding card.
The ferry was much more truck oriented and less smart than the Stena equivalent. The signs were in Greek and English and U speculated idly where this ship had lived its life.
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