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Well it was a bit foggy but well above zero so we ventured out, and Toothless visited his friend...
so we headed off , locally it was clear but as soon as we crossed the ridge that surrounds Gatwick we descended into pea soup fog, luckily it cleared after ten miles, when we joined the A25 to Dorking. However the A25 had been closed somewhere behind where we joined it and they had been doing some serious earth moving so the road was horribly mucky, still got up to Newlands Corner....
which was verr' pretty , in a hazy Surrey Hills kinda way, and we met....
some other friends...
getting ready ...
for a Ride out... however first...
we had a Mr Kipling cake celebration , for Mr Kimbell , civilian instructor to the RAF, who after 2 years of exams and boards , had passed his final exam, and is now Sgt. Kimbell of the RAF.
So after some loud & diverting appearances we headed off....
To Compton, where we all queued and ordered our burgers... and waited... and waited... and watched the grease fire on the burger cooker get higher... and higher...
and retired to a safe distance until they had put the retardant blanket over the lot. We got our moey back... burgers were orf!
Then a cross country 40 mile blast back home, clean the bike , and beer in front of a real fire!
so we headed off , locally it was clear but as soon as we crossed the ridge that surrounds Gatwick we descended into pea soup fog, luckily it cleared after ten miles, when we joined the A25 to Dorking. However the A25 had been closed somewhere behind where we joined it and they had been doing some serious earth moving so the road was horribly mucky, still got up to Newlands Corner....
which was verr' pretty , in a hazy Surrey Hills kinda way, and we met....
some other friends...
getting ready ...
for a Ride out... however first...
we had a Mr Kipling cake celebration , for Mr Kimbell , civilian instructor to the RAF, who after 2 years of exams and boards , had passed his final exam, and is now Sgt. Kimbell of the RAF.
So after some loud & diverting appearances we headed off....
To Compton, where we all queued and ordered our burgers... and waited... and waited... and watched the grease fire on the burger cooker get higher... and higher...
and retired to a safe distance until they had put the retardant blanket over the lot. We got our moey back... burgers were orf!
Then a cross country 40 mile blast back home, clean the bike , and beer in front of a real fire!