Halusinations , good vibrations, cruising LA , home of the Brant sound.

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Pampalona was a very cool or actually it was very hot. 

But the city was pretty , old and twisty with a great buzz in the early evening . We hung around Tapas bars watching the world go by , then went to the most beautiful big old building for some grub. At some point I had scorpion fish pate . I knew it would punish my arse the next day and . Yep it did. 

Fucking scorpion fish. 

Still we rode on through to Lardo (between Santander and Bilboa.) we had a swim in the sea and a mooch around town then 3 of us rode into Bilboa for some evening entertainment . 

Bilboa is a great place ,it's bloody huge and spraling but the city centre is a nice place to ride into for tapas and a spot of people watching. 

On the way out I got us a bit lost. We were low on fuel and a bloody copper decided to follow us. 

Last day we rode the coast road into Santander, ate lunch in a cafe then spent the afternoon swimin in the sea and basking in the sun. We even watched a bloke peg it into building followed by coppers . It looked like it was gunna really kick off but they couldn't find him , then I'm sure he just strolled out moments after they gave up the search . 

Sat on the ferry now being subjected to terrible Caberet . I may have to go and get a beer. 

It was a bloody great trip and reminded me how much I like Spain . 

Land of the Cowboys . 

How did the chop fare ? Better than Sarge ( bellow, he got bad guts on the last day) 

I was worried about my chop .How the bike would handle the long miles. But more importantly how my back would cope. 

After spending countless hours building something you can talk yourself into thinking it is OK. 

But it actually is. I suffer from a bad back anyway ( falling 40 ft when I was younger don't help) but I found it very comfortable and nice to ride . I was happy to sit on it all day, and still sit on it whilst parked, normally I can't wait to jump off and rub my arse. 

I let my mate have a go on it, he ragged it senceless and his little short legs made it uncomfortable  . He found it horrible. 

I think riding it puts me in a different mind set . As long as I don't try and ride it like a fast bike then it's just bloody great. I've never been happier than to just sit and cruise , it completely chills me out. 

I can't wait for the next long ride into Sweden. 

The mountains screemed three times today , asked me if I'd like to play.

I know I've used them lyrics befor but I like them and they are very relevant. 

Sun 

we rode down south , into the heat and into the sun and into the mountains then into Spain . 

Oh My Bloody God. 

What an amazing scenery . But them twisty little switchbacks didn't half put my chop to the test ( and my back) 

After spending ages at the top whilst somebody (sarge) who obviously missed there calling a wedding photografer, made us line all our bikes up for a team photo. We then gingerly picked our way down to a village where we spent the night in a lovely little hotel. 

As we rode into the little cobbled streets with a few bystanders looking on it must have sounded like hell had risen into town . 

Truth was we were so worn out that we drank beer, ate food and were very well behaved. 

Monday 

We woke had a coffee in a redneck diner. All the Spanish workers were having Port or wine befor a day's work. 

Then we had the most glorious ride out of the mountains. 

There was no need for breakfast as the scenery and smooth roads gave me all the nourishment I needed. 

Plus I also saw an old lady sat on a bench with her legs wide open. If I was hungry befor I definatly didn't feel like eating after that. 

We have now arrived in Pampalona , after riding through the city in raging heat. 

Now for a cool beer. 

Why is this the hardest thing in the world for you to understand.

2nd day started much the same but in a foreign land. 

Tighten bolts , tall shit , take the piss, quietly admire others engineering then take the piss, eat breakfast , take the piss.....

We got half way to Pau then Barry ( big nose Gonzo , put me in a unitard and fire me from a cannon) started sripping all the teath from his sprocket. 

" it looked fuckedbefore I left  but I thought it may last the trip. 

WHY THE FUCK DO FOLK TAKE A GAMBLE?

We stopped in out side of Moto shop and drank beer and ate bagget until they opened then Barry got a new sprocket. Then we rode  on the longest most sweeping motorway that was completely ( I meen like the oppocolipse empty ) empty .absoltly lush, getting warmer all the time. 

We arrived in Pau . Stayed in our 2nd feckin f1 . I hate them nearly as much as Trago Mills ( if you don't know what that is then you are blessed). 

Got a taxi into the city ate great good and got possed ( that's French for pissed) 

We ended up in z great pub called " The Garrage" 

Now sat in my fart sack , listing to Brant Bjork. 

Just like a ghost without a name . Just like the famous without the fame.

Thursday started well enough with me having a whole day to get my admin sorted. 

Bought Mrs oily flowers and cut some wood for a client . 

I had sorted all my forms and got my bio together. Then I had all afternoon o clean it and make sure everything was tikity boo, I was feeling like the most chilled out motherfucker on the planet , I was almost Jamacan. 

Then Jim rang me

" bob my bikes fucked . It won't start or run hot"

So I packed real fast and hot tailed it to his gaff( forgave my freshly grilled cheese on toast and fresh brew) , stripped the carbs and cleaned em. " sweet " . All sorted.

His bike is better than ever!!!

Got slightly pissed on the ferry. 

Arrived in Brittany at 7am

Woke up feeling a bit hungover, well actually very hungover ,  then rode through the cold Mizzle until mid morn. It was fecking freezing but slowly warmed up . I wore my waterproofs all day to keep me warm. 

8 of us on the run to Spain . On the motorway outside of Rennes one of us broke down on his battery had boiled itself due to the rectifier going tits up. 

Then he spent the next 12 hrs trying to sort a hire car . 

He arrived on The back of Barrrys bike at 10:30 . 

Duck ( spellcheck ) whAt a day. 

But quite normal