We had a Star & a Pantomime Villain rolled into one. This villain was suffering from Morganitis- a deadly form of self destruction- however, I will start at the beginning to put you in the picture.
Fantastic weather was forecast, & sure enuff, that’s how it turned out.
Meeting at our usual Milton Petrol Station, we met an all ladies motorcycle club, good looking bikes & the ladies- well, very nice indeed, Good for them- Off to Oban in some rather powerful bikes too!.
We, modest souls went the long route to Tarbet, via Helensburgh & the Gare Loch. by now some 22/23 of us (someone was shy in putting his hand up!). Thereafter, Crianlarich, Killin (a stop at the Falls), then via Fearnan to Kenmore, for lunch. This at The Courtyard Restaurant. a great find, hugely better than the Kenmore Hotel, which was rubbish the last 2 times we visited..
We were frying by then & it was a relief to get into the shade while we (most of us) were fed. The rascal who left out his/her order at Tarbet, enabled the Chairman to go on a starvation diet.
This is where the Star shone. Ron was overwhelmed by the interest shown in his spluttering Morgan, & huge bundles of cash were offered by the glassy eyed customers- running into £000,000s. Ron refused the highest offer which would have paid off Jim McGugan’s mortgage & then some.
Silly man, he should have taken the largesse. For by the time we had fuelled up at Aberfeldy & stopped at Lochearnhead via the Sma’ Glen, Crieff & Comrie- the Morgan displayed it’s real character- neither pretty nor pleasant.
Despite us all shouting- Ron, keep the engine running- would he pay any attention- NO.
On reflection, when Ron was farting about changing jets & leaving the fuel lines loosely connected (suspicions of a large Insurance Claim)- he should have left well alone. The gallon of oil deposited at the Tarbet Cafe, was a sign of problems to come.
The Insurance Claim has now been dismissed- Ron couldn’t have got out of the Moggie quickly enuff, before he became a burning Buddhist Monk.
Oh Joy!– this non starting at Lochearnhead managed to destroy the team. As the Moggie was shamefully towed away by a trike to finally get it going, Willie was sitting at Liz McGregor’s tucking into the largest slice of cake you ever did see, John G & Ian were at Kilmahog, waiting for what seemed like hours, then got the go-ahead from John T to rendez-vous at Aberfoyle with coffee & cake at the ready.
Unfortunately for the late comers- John & Ian plus Elaine, felt obliged to consume before the place shut, and to Hell with the late comers.
So, other than the Moggie, we had a fab day, fair drookit with the sweat- not normally a problem, AND Andy won Wimbleton- hey-hey!.
Thanks Willie- well organised, very relaxed, great roads & food- any Doggie Bags?