One Tuesday an agreement was made to head out after work for a wee ride out.
How the hell was I supposed to know that meant a dozen folk and a round trip of about 150 miles? I got lucky though as my wife had decided she was happy making her own dinner that evening.
It started off by going a little bit West which didn’t raise any alarm bells – then we met up with Fred and the guys, which got the alarm bells ringing – mainly because I’d never been out in as large a group, ever.
Thankfully though, we all just ride at our own pace and not egg anyone on (it’s dangerous enough on two wheel without folk being dicks too)|, and despite the fact I was probably the least experienced rider there, I wasn’t the slowest or the daftest (shocking, I know).
We continued West and wound up in Troon harbour with some fish & chips for dinner, much to the amusement of the 5 seals in the harbour.
Hell, it was a good ride out and I was even accused of knowing the road and riding well by one of the lads – despite the fact it was only my 2nd time on the road, and the first time in that direction! Progress is being made. I may even become competent at some stage.