Whitby 2009

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WHITBY WEEKEND

4th - 6th September 2009

It was another of those times when due to certain elements of one’s life that I couldn’t get to Whitby on the Friday. However, come early Saturday morning I met up with Heater, Hilts and Nicole. We set off to the seaside, taking a couple of hours we reached our destination, I always love the top of the hill that takes in the view of the sea by the North York Moors. Arriving and greeting all who were there already, I found Acid’s keys on the bank--surely a sign of a good drinking session the night before and thus kicking oneself for not sorting out me troubles and hoofing it to Whitby on Friday afternoon-. It was then that sue gave us the life saving properties of bacon sarnies and cups of tea/coffee. Refreshed we all then took to the bikes and did a grand tour taking in the bowl of somethingorother and had a cup of tea in a laybye. We arrived at the village where heartbeat is made, many a stunned tourist gawped at the bikes, we then had a photo taken by Scrips’s garage. The rain threatened but never came, we then set off back to Whitby, we didn’t go to Scarborough which I always think is a holding pen for the guests on the Jeremy Kyle show!!!!

Getting back in the dry for a change we hung about and nattered while panther kindly played Motorhead til we went to the local pub. There was a good band on and quite a few got up to ‘ahem’ dance…….after a few beers me and stretch went for a kebab and managed to lose Klingon and acid ( I think ) I think they ended up in a curry house. Not too sure - blame the beers I say. After annoying Jen and her mate Trish I got me head down twix Heaters snoring and the delightful tune of the Irish ballard drunken nights….

Unusually it still didn’t rain while packing away, but did notice a couple of none biking types looking none too impressed with the biker lifestyle and just imagining them thinking that’s the last time I go camping when bikers are about. Ha ha

Now the sad bit, saying byes we set off in a convoy of about 8 or 9 towards the m62, so we tootled on stopping at café for a late brekkie. Klingon must have had a called from enterprise ‘cos he warp factored off leaving me eat his exhaust fumes

I peeled off at sunny Bradford with that gut churning feeling that leaves you a bit sad once we’re all heading our separate ways, always hate that feeling that the good times are over ‘til the next gathering.

If I’ve left anything out I do apologize but beer makes me forget stuff like how old I am etc.

‘TIL NEXT TIME RIDE SAFE …..MOGGY