Featuring the usual suspects

Featuring the usual suspects

Tuesday 2 July 2013

Italy 2013 - Early spring preparation.....very thinly disguised.

'What about Kendo Nagasaki?'

I'm not sure what triggered the conversation but I was obviously somewhere else or at least engrossed in my next turn at Giant Jenga. The tower must not fall, the tower must not fall......competitive me...no!

Anyway I joined the surreal conversation in mid flight, from what I could make out I had joined a group of middle aged men deciding to have a tag wrestling match in the middle of the youth hostel lounge! Actually maybe not a group, just Alan leading the way and Sam, his son, feeding the fire (who, for the record is far from middle aged)...how Sam knew the names of 1960/70's wrestlers I have no idea (its obviously the company he keeps/forced to keep back home), 'Mick McManus'.......

'We'll have a weekend in the dales' was the plan, 'it'll be a mini training weekend', actually it was more a mini social weekend, thinly disguised as a training weekend to get it past the financial controllers back home. But we did get in some quality riding as well as some quality steak, quality chips and quality beer so all in all it was three quality grand days out.

So that was it, Alan had sat on his bike so was now fit, Neil realised that the white fluff poking out of his tyre was supposed to be covered by at least a millimeter or two of rubber, Bob P found out that a ford across a river normally used by a well know Vet in an Austin 7 was slippier than a north sea kipper having a piggy back on a jellyfish, Sam realised that he still could not yet quite kick his Dads arse on a bike (but he's getting closer), Andy day dreamed about pink swimming helmets and being from the fatherland (another equally disturbing story), Pete rode his bike taking in all the mayhem and quietly chuckled to himself, Bob S slept in and so stayed at home with his new wife and I wondered how I had managed to find myself in amongst this group of slightly deranged but generally friendly quadra/quinquagenarians. Except Sam, of course, who is a vicenarian.

This picture needs no explanation
Paying respects to the 'erman Bike

Halten Gill in Littondale

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