Monday, September 23, 2013

Oakamoor to St Dizier (352 miles)

There's something very satisfying about carving through lines of commuter traffic en route (note the french) to pastures new. We all know the British love a queue but this is ridiculous - M1 northbound crash (two spikey haired gob shites in hatchback shitemobiles squaring off) but I'm travelling south - what is this a cicrus? A14/ M11 junction static.I filter through. Blonde in convertible Merecedes thinks I'm above all this....don't know what the question is but the answer is change lanes - & now.I breathed in. Hail Mary I'm through. So many angry people & nobheads no wonder we won the war - my mistake that was the amercians. Arrive at the tunnel in plenty of time. Guy on new Triumph Explorer with every conceivable extra on arrives shortly after (even a bleedin' heated seat). "Are you sure you've spent enough on that bike ?" Its a company bike and I'm off to the boat show in St.Tropaz." Right. When travelling though northern France do you think about CAP? The Common Agiculural Policy is paid for by all EU countries but some benefit more than others. From the road, northern France is an extremely tidy agricultural desert. Big fields, big machines, bid subsides. Still the roads are good. My german fraulein enjoys it but needs reigning in a bit. Do you like german women ? If you do, you'll like this bike. A bit odd looking but capable of superhuman powers (Steffi Graff?). I currently have a bad back from lifting said fraulein onto her main stand. Formidable, scary at times and heavier than you think. Yes, I could take this analogy further.

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