Guzzi Birds On The Road ...

Sue Nock

Where was I oh yes…
Riding west across Scotland heading for the Green Wellie, Oban and Ford. Sunshine once more as we weave amongst the locks and glens. Scenery that words cannot do justice to and as there is no one to talk to we develop the art of semaphore. Apart from the ‘usual “I want a drink’‘, “I need petrol’’ we have “I need a wee” demonstrated by the potty dance common to most three year old children and “wow have look at all this” which involves waving your left arm in a big arc over your head like a demented extra out of the ‘Sound of Music’. Scotland gets a lot of arm waving.
At the next stop Linda finds her water bottle has burst in her pannier and has us all in fits with the ‘rag’ that she pulls from under her seat to mop it up with. On a less funny note her passport is soaked.

We are getting into the swing of things and our synchronised parking is up to Olympic standards, just as well, as at the Green Wellie stop we are surrounded by bikers and you can’t arrive unnoticed in fluorescent pink tabards. Whilst Serena and I are collared for an impromptu radio interview others take a collection in a helmet. Cheryl finds a patch of grass in the sunshine and catches up on the sleep she missed last night.

Read it all in the 2007 February/March edition of Gambalunga.