Another year has passed & we’re now in the 42nd rendition of the joint Spring Run with our Irish counterparts.
The relationship is all about friendship & fellowship with a common interest in all things motorcycling.
What a success this event turned out to be despite of/because of potentially horrendous weather
That made life very comfortable for meeting the ferry on the Friday, around 10.00am. Off then to Newton Stewart for a stop at their splendid park (comfort etc) & then via the road to Girvan, Glentrool, Stration (great road) to Minishant, & Monkton.
Seemingly the hotel staff at the Irvine Hallmark Hotel (previously Skein Dhu, Hospitality, Menzies etc) were filling their knickers because we were 30 mins late. They must have forgiven us, as the lunch was excellent. We were joined by a number of day visitors, Sam, Dave’s Mum, Fiona & Alastair, to name just 4. It was nice of them to join us, even for a short time. Total number over 90!
Johnny H had been leading the way & continued to keep up a healthy pace (for which I had always been slagged). So it seemed keep up or shut up was the answer. Amazing what a 350ccs Royal Enfield can achieve with the right hooligan on board! Talking of Hooligans, Grant joined us again after 10 years- he’s changed in appearance, but not in body language or other language! Great fun, though.
Eventually, I don’t know how, everyone reached the Rob Roy Hotel in Aberfoyle. Much improved in its furnishings, new bathrooms etc. Dining area air conditioned etc, food as good as before. As far as the interior decoration, what can I say?- Morticia with roses upright, more Harry Potter than Chelsea Garden.
Saturday was forecast to be Tsunami level, & sure enough, we prepared by leaving 45 mins later than scheduled & missed out our first visit, Loch Katrine. Arrangements had been made to use the New Loch Lubnaig Café & Parking facility. They kindly sectioned of an area for us & we were able to use their facilities & partake of their excellent coffee & goodies.
There was sufficient overhang under the roof to enable us to shelter from the Monsoon which threatened to wash away the Café. Luckily, this only lasted some 10 minutes & then Hallelujah, the sun came out & stayed out for the rest of the weekend!!! Wm, our Leader for the day, had an “issue” with his Honda. I am unaware of the “dynamics” of the problem but it concerned a battery, an AA man, jump leads etc. So while he wasn’t with us in presence, he was in spirit.
So John H & John G shared the responsibility, the first being to get us to Kenmore (who had warned of flooding, pestilence & locusts)- but all was well on the journey & the lunch stop was a great success at The Courtyard. We lingered somewhat getting free “doubles” ice creams, being bikers, & suffering under the sun. Reluctantly, we set off, fuelled up: then off by the Sma’ Glen, by fab roads to Crieff. Dave Kerr had introduced us to the little known south of the river road, to Comrie, and we encountered only 2 vehicles along the way.
Coffee & eats never far away on our runs, so just after Comrie, into Tullybannocher Café. Here the scones, (baked in 2 ft circles) and the fruitcake, about a foot thick, were something to behold. Most of us sat outside enjoying the sun, before heading home to Aberfoyle for well-earned pints & dinner.
The following morning was blessed with good weather, Wm’s Honda started but Ken received retribution in the form of a puncture. Good job we were well organised time-wise, as it took a while for him to get sorted out. We arrived rather early for lunch at Burnhouse Manor, so into the sun with non-alcoholic aperitifs (for the riders/drivers), & something stronger for the rest.
Lunch was punctual, so no crisis re ferry, & some good guys (in WSVMCC) saw the Ulster 30 boys to the ferry, & I suspect fish & chips in Girvan on the way home.
A great team effort, with special thanks to Robert, William, Johnny & Irene. Hope to be involved again next year. In the following road photos I try to get as many bikes reasonably sized in the foreground as possible, so, if you are not there you might be one of the little points of light at the end of the line. Sorry to anybody that I have missed. Norrie.