We thought it’d be a good idea to go out for a ride this weekend just to get out and because the weather was pretty good. Harkness was out with us too so I figured it shouldn’t be too wild a time as it’s still early in the year and the weather is… changeable.
We thought it would be a good plan to head to Thornhill as the road there is pretty fun, especially as it takes us through Leadhills which is always a stunning place. No one mentioned that it was snowy AF up there, so the road was slippery and coated in salt but it did yield some decent photos.
I’m particularly pleased with these 2 pictures, as Chris used it for his facebook banner (as it’s a blinder of a photo). It’s just a shame I went to see Shawaddywaddy that night, so the image I sent him had some extra funk in it that he didn’t notice 😂.
Under normal circumstance I’d have just sent him the image unedited but there were mitigating circumstances which merits that kind of behaviour.
You see, around a year ago, I took an involuntary flying lesson which required some assistance from several medical people to fully rectify. That lesson took place on a back road not far from Thornhill – it was on a road to there from Ayr, but I never made it all the way intact that time.
Anyway, we left Thornhill towards Carsphairn and as usual the groms were on a mission and shot off ahead – fair enough. I’d spent some time over the last year trying to square my flight time with how I ride over the last 12 months, trying to get past things in my own head, and as we progressed along the road I started to recognise the terrain and where we were. I had hoped I’d get back to the scene of my lawn dart impression for some time and my thoughts began to race as we approached the corner that got me and I didn’t notice the radio blackout on comms.
Now, I wish I had my helmet camera running, but it wasn’t turned on. Damned shame because I came round the corner to see 3 groms pulled over and parked up on the side of the road, and 3 middle aged fuckwits lying on the road together, waving the arms and legs in the air.
Bastards. I couldn’t stop laughing.
I’ll never forget that, and now I know why we’re such good mates.
So anyway, the guys at work and my wife got this picture sent to them with the phrase “Oops… I did it again”
At least Rosemary got the joke!
I’m over it – it’s time to chase the next corner, again.