A long awaited Sunday Run. Circulated info but poor response. Perhaps more warning required for some.
Ian turned up with 4 wheels. We thought his exciting riding had caught up with him. But “NO” Fed up with BMW not sorting out his forever flashing BMW RRRR, he decided to throw it back at them. So fed up with the dealer he decided to donate them a handsome profit by buying a new BMW M500ish 4.5 litre flying machine.
It pays to piss your customers off, or so it seems. A fab car and hopefully Ian will get a lot of pleasure from it. By the way, it was Happy Birthday on Sunday, so Ian could not travel with us.
The food was excellent as was the service, location and the roads. We finally forced ourselves to head for Tibie Shiels direction, with some apprehension, seeing all these daft bikers passing our lunch stop. There were hunners of them at Tibie Shiels with half Southern Scotland’s population there and along St Mary’s Loch. Then it was a matter of not killing sheep on the way to Moffat. There we stopped for T and Tiffins before heading home.
It was a relief to have our ace photographer with us, Grumpy, with a face resembling an aged Chorus Girl’s —–y. Needs must and replacement amateurs have all felt the lash in his tongue!