The mission this time is to conquer the Pyrenees on our bikes, but this time there are four of us. As per normal we have Mark (Teapot), Tim (Skiddy) and Steve (Daisy) but we also have Carl (Cheesy) too.
Between us we have an S1000RR, Fireblade SP, GSXR 750 and a KTM RC8, so a fiesty bunch of bikes which also means no luggage. We're going for a bit longer this time, so there were more compromises with what we could take.
It was a late start leaving Birmingham at 10am to meet up at the services just south of Worcester ready to nail it down to Plymouth.
Leaving the services, Tommo decided to pop a mighty wheelie on his BMW only for the anti-wheelie to kick in and nearly bin the bike.
We then had to make an emergency stop on the motorway as Mark hadn't done his bag up and his passport was about to fly out which would've taken some explaining at customs.
The motorway is mostly boring so Steve ran over a dead rabbit flicking it up at Mark behind who is now sporting blood drenched leathers.
We needed to get there early as Tim had a plan, it's worth noting that this was the only thing he's planned for the trip, and it involved Nandos. Wary that his Nando's loyalty card expires at the end of the month, he was keen to get his free chicken. Steve had never had a Nandos before but was mostly impressed with the free refills on drinks. Tim was chuffed though as he finally got to claim his free chicken although only about 3 of the 12 stamps were legit!
We needed to get there early as Tim had a plan, it's worth noting that this was the only thing he's planned for the trip, and it involved Nandos. Wary that his Nando's loyalty card expires at the end of the month, he was keen to get his free chicken. Steve had never had a Nandos before but was mostly impressed with the free refills on drinks. Tim was chuffed though as he finally got to claim his free chicken although only about 3 of the 12 stamps were legit!
We found out that Cheesy and Tim have the smallest bladders and piss stops were needed every 10mins, with the final score 3-2 to Cheesy, looks like this could be a daily competition.
We made it to the port with seconds to spare, Tim would've rather missed the ferry than rush his Nandos.
On the ferry we have the smallest room ever, plus four of us have to fit in it this year, not quite sure the maths for that stack up...
At the bar Cheesy recounted in great detail the time that he spent as a sex slave on a trawler around the Arctic. It didn't sound it was for everyone but it does explain his funny walk.
After watching the footy the evening entertainment started. This was headlined by a singing comedic magician. I kid you not, this guy was a master, unfortunately he was a master of being shit. His magic act consisted of cutting up a piece of A4 and then getting a new piece of A4 out of his pocket and then doing it again and again. Amazing. His jokes were worst, in fact the biggest joke was his singing.
We made our own entertainment by seeing who was wearing the worst t-shirt. We thought we had a winner with the group of lads who had a batch of t-shirts printed for their holiday that had a typo on it. But this guy took the cake, his shirt had wolves and Eagles on it. We're pretty sure he rides a Harley.
After a few more beers we called it a night and returned to our sardine can for the night. Cheesy then realised that he'd left his wash stuff on the bike, fail.
This is where Tim and Cheesy started their snoring competition. At one point the captain came over the tannoy to ask us to wake up the foghorns they were that loud.
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