Riviera Run 2008
Well the first event of the season was pretty much a damp squib. Luckily for us the drive down was a dry one.
Our annual stop off at the best cafe in the world led up to an amazing surprise. Our normal "really helpful, friendly" cafe owner was overcome for love with our convoy's furry four legged friend. To all our amazement the proprietor sat with us feeding Zack free sausages with a giant smile on his face telling us stories about his own pets. Amazing. The whole run down there was pretty insignificant, no break downs in our group. Kirky and Doc did there good Samaritan deed for the weekend. Seeing a black mini broken down on the A303 at the lead up to a roundabout, quickly pulled over, as the others rushed off, to lend a hand. A quick push of the mini down the hill and off the roundabout with a police escort and the black mini was safely parked up. The couple that had broken down were on their honeymoon to Newquay, a quality place and way to spend it. A quick dizzy change and all was good and we were back on our way, catching up with the convoy and off to the Trevelgue.
"Sunday and the heavens opened. They clear up for a bit and we all decide that a trip to Port Isaac is a good idea, except for Doc who was to be proved right. After getting lost as Mr Kirk couldn't quite remember the way we finally arrived. A
s we parked up on the beach the water began to fall. Everyone stepped out of their minis, walked to the top of the hill and got soaked. Unanimously we decided that was that and to head back with the words "no one every listens to me!" ringing in people's ears from Doc. The moment we sat back down in the minis and drove off the sun came out drying the roads and making the run look like a good idea
A good run this year well planned and a good length, which involved some good traffic cone slalom at the near road works. No space for any overtaking though.
That evening it was off for the traditional curry. Kirky yet again doesn't heed the warnings of last year and goes for something far too nuclear for his own taste buds, when will he learn.
Monday and the weekend had gone smoothly, so far.... No breakdowns for anyone in the group all weekend. That was all about to change. On the long journey home Doc has a tyre blow out, luckily on passenger side rear. A hair raising experience but a quick tyre change and he was back on his way and safely home.
A good weekend all round.
Our annual stop off at the best cafe in the world led up to an amazing surprise. Our normal "really helpful, friendly" cafe owner was overcome for love with our convoy's furry four legged friend. To all our amazement the proprietor sat with us feeding Zack free sausages with a giant smile on his face telling us stories about his own pets. Amazing. The whole run down there was pretty insignificant, no break downs in our group. Kirky and Doc did there good Samaritan deed for the weekend. Seeing a black mini broken down on the A303 at the lead up to a roundabout, quickly pulled over, as the others rushed off, to lend a hand. A quick push of the mini down the hill and off the roundabout with a police escort and the black mini was safely parked up. The couple that had broken down were on their honeymoon to Newquay, a quality place and way to spend it. A quick dizzy change and all was good and we were back on our way, catching up with the convoy and off to the Trevelgue."Sunday and the heavens opened. They clear up for a bit and we all decide that a trip to Port Isaac is a good idea, except for Doc who was to be proved right. After getting lost as Mr Kirk couldn't quite remember the way we finally arrived. A
s we parked up on the beach the water began to fall. Everyone stepped out of their minis, walked to the top of the hill and got soaked. Unanimously we decided that was that and to head back with the words "no one every listens to me!" ringing in people's ears from Doc. The moment we sat back down in the minis and drove off the sun came out drying the roads and making the run look like a good ideaA good run this year well planned and a good length, which involved some good traffic cone slalom at the near road works. No space for any overtaking though.
That evening it was off for the traditional curry. Kirky yet again doesn't heed the warnings of last year and goes for something far too nuclear for his own taste buds, when will he learn.
Monday and the weekend had gone smoothly, so far.... No breakdowns for anyone in the group all weekend. That was all about to change. On the long journey home Doc has a tyre blow out, luckily on passenger side rear. A hair raising experience but a quick tyre change and he was back on his way and safely home.
A good weekend all round.
posted by Doc at 10:03 PM
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