chunkolini
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For Mike OS,
Took my pesky 15 year old on a road trip round France on the motorbike (ST1100).
As a joke I asked fancy going to Spain on the Bike?
Oh, says I you do.
Remembering road trips from yonks ago and how bad it can be I gave him Gunnery Sergeant Hartman's 'world of sh1t speech' ie you are in a world of Sh1t, it will not get better, it will just get worse and keep on getting worse. See Full Metal Jacket, magnificent. (He was such a mean Mother that the film makers could not get a actor to it and had to borrow him from The Marine Corps.)
Sounds cool he said.
Get off the Ferry in Saint Malo. Flat tyre.
then it starts raining, luckily my antique C02 kit just gave us enough tyre pressure to get to a Honda dealer. yes my brattish son laughed like a lunatic as I waved the bottle around with comedy smoke coming out the end, fix the adaptor to the tyre first.
Got the tyre fixed, it rained a bit more, then some more then some more. Then it started ******* down. Then it started chucking it down.
we were in a world of sh1t. And it did keep getting worse.
For 200 bloody miles. The he started falling asleep on the bike.
Ok time to stop, we found a cheapo hotel, 'come back in two hours' says the desk wallah.
So we did. 'No rooms' says the boss laughing his cheese eating surrender monkey socks off.
We had to camp. Junior was well ****** off but did not complain.
Pa had to go hide and compose himself (sniff sniff). What a hero. Elbowed me in the gob when I tried to give him a cuddle. That's my boy!
We had a day off afterwards.
Hit the road again in sunshine.
Junior asks 'Can I take photo's off the bike'
'Not bloody likely' was my first response, 'oh go on then.'
Some weird pics of street furniture.
Not bad at 80mph.
We took the ferry across the Gironde estuary to avoid Bordeaux.
If you are ever going southwards this is a must.
Moules Mariniere and frites by the sea, I will never forget my favourite meal ever.
got on the road.
Oh my god what roads. Race track tarmac, 2 mile straights linked by dodgy bends with covenient car sized holes in the hedges, and no traffic. the roads go nowhere. It is a 90 miles penninsula with a ferry at the end. Bizarre.
We werent hanging around.
We had heard of the sand dune at Arcachon, 130m tall or something like that. so we headed there.
You first see it from about 30 miles away as a line of gold above the horizon.
Got to Arcachon.
Amazing, this is the view from our tent.
Luckily there are ladders in the sand. Mind boggling place.
we had a couple of days there and headed back, it rained for five minutes as we approached the junction for St Nazaire (I fancied the U boats museum) Onwards yelled the boy. 400 + miles in one hit. No sore bums or anything. Honda Pan Europeans are amazing bikes.
We had an amazing time, we talked about things and stuff, got on like best mates, did not fall out, proper manly bonding stuff.
On the boat on the way back I was earwigging him talking to some of the bikers we met on the way out, arms crossed over his chest 'Oh of course these trips are hard work sometimes....but it always works out fine' these guys had bailed after 50 miles on the way out. I had to go and hide I was so close to laughing out loud.
I felt priviliged to have done this, we are mates anyway, but this was corny special.Hopefully we will do it again next year, fingers crossed.
If you get the chance go on a road trip with your kid/s. I will never forget it. (sniff sniff).
Chunko'.
Took my pesky 15 year old on a road trip round France on the motorbike (ST1100).
As a joke I asked fancy going to Spain on the Bike?
Oh, says I you do.
Remembering road trips from yonks ago and how bad it can be I gave him Gunnery Sergeant Hartman's 'world of sh1t speech' ie you are in a world of Sh1t, it will not get better, it will just get worse and keep on getting worse. See Full Metal Jacket, magnificent. (He was such a mean Mother that the film makers could not get a actor to it and had to borrow him from The Marine Corps.)
Sounds cool he said.
Get off the Ferry in Saint Malo. Flat tyre.
then it starts raining, luckily my antique C02 kit just gave us enough tyre pressure to get to a Honda dealer. yes my brattish son laughed like a lunatic as I waved the bottle around with comedy smoke coming out the end, fix the adaptor to the tyre first.
Got the tyre fixed, it rained a bit more, then some more then some more. Then it started ******* down. Then it started chucking it down.
we were in a world of sh1t. And it did keep getting worse.
For 200 bloody miles. The he started falling asleep on the bike.
Ok time to stop, we found a cheapo hotel, 'come back in two hours' says the desk wallah.
So we did. 'No rooms' says the boss laughing his cheese eating surrender monkey socks off.
We had to camp. Junior was well ****** off but did not complain.
Pa had to go hide and compose himself (sniff sniff). What a hero. Elbowed me in the gob when I tried to give him a cuddle. That's my boy!
We had a day off afterwards.
Hit the road again in sunshine.
Junior asks 'Can I take photo's off the bike'
'Not bloody likely' was my first response, 'oh go on then.'
Some weird pics of street furniture.
Not bad at 80mph.
We took the ferry across the Gironde estuary to avoid Bordeaux.
If you are ever going southwards this is a must.
Moules Mariniere and frites by the sea, I will never forget my favourite meal ever.
got on the road.
Oh my god what roads. Race track tarmac, 2 mile straights linked by dodgy bends with covenient car sized holes in the hedges, and no traffic. the roads go nowhere. It is a 90 miles penninsula with a ferry at the end. Bizarre.
We werent hanging around.
We had heard of the sand dune at Arcachon, 130m tall or something like that. so we headed there.
You first see it from about 30 miles away as a line of gold above the horizon.
Got to Arcachon.
Amazing, this is the view from our tent.
Luckily there are ladders in the sand. Mind boggling place.
we had a couple of days there and headed back, it rained for five minutes as we approached the junction for St Nazaire (I fancied the U boats museum) Onwards yelled the boy. 400 + miles in one hit. No sore bums or anything. Honda Pan Europeans are amazing bikes.
We had an amazing time, we talked about things and stuff, got on like best mates, did not fall out, proper manly bonding stuff.
On the boat on the way back I was earwigging him talking to some of the bikers we met on the way out, arms crossed over his chest 'Oh of course these trips are hard work sometimes....but it always works out fine' these guys had bailed after 50 miles on the way out. I had to go and hide I was so close to laughing out loud.
I felt priviliged to have done this, we are mates anyway, but this was corny special.Hopefully we will do it again next year, fingers crossed.
If you get the chance go on a road trip with your kid/s. I will never forget it. (sniff sniff).
Chunko'.
