Breakfast at Newquay

Wasn’t going to go out today but a last minute impromptu ride was arranged. Woke up to be greeted by sun couldn’t believe it thought I must still be dreaming. Headed off into town on the trusty Honda, Lucipher was polished up, covered up and tucked up in the shed and as I was running a little late and as Snowdrop needed a run off we went.

Not 5 minutes down the road and yep the rain was back, oh well. Take it easy, nice and smooth and avoid the man hole covers. Got into town to meet the others and as a break in the weather appeared we thought we would make the most of it and hit the road. For some reason Neil fell away from the pack so we pulled up and waited a while but he was nowhere to be seen so Webby turned back to find out what was up. Turns out Neil’s head gasket on his Busa had gone. He was worried about the mayo in the oil before we set off but put it down to the bike not having been used for a few months. Unfortunately the bike had overheated so most likely the head gasket. Webby and Neil nursed the bike back home and we carried on up to Newquay.

Arrived at Donna’s Café having already decided I wouldn’t partake in a breakfast as I had a roast dinner at 13:00 round the in-laws but upon arrival and seeing as a small fry up was only £2.50 and with the smell of bacon I changed my mind. (wish I hadn’t now!). Time was getting on and as I needed to be back for lunch I headed home. The weather was even worse by now. Managed to find my way back out onto the A30 and opened the throttle, the wind was howling the rain was beating down and hail had started to ping off my helmet, was I cold, a bit, was I wet, a little, did I mind, no way, did I have a smile from ear to ear, you bet!