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 Where to start? 25 Harleys thundering through the
Normandy countryside. The last time such a noise was
heard was probably from the German tanks. A good bunch
of lads and gals. But a group decided that sedate drives
in the country was a little too naff and decided to
do their own thing and to meet up in the evening and
swap stories. Guess which group I hung out with. The
Belleme Heretics.
A memorable moment was when we commandeered a load of their golf carts and took to racing them around the grounds. management decided that discretion was better part of valour and that happy bikers are better than pissed off bikers and so made no mention of the event.
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and of course the usual faffing around by those who
had to remove that very last speck of dust that got
onto the chrome yesterday
 We
arrive at a small town for lunch.
Memorable moment 2. A biker on a japanese wanna be stops by to talk with us. When he leaves, Smee comments " He rode into town as King of the road. Now he'll drive to the nearest ditch and throw that piece of junk into it!" I picked up a nail but with Frenchie's help I managed to persuade a garage to do a repair job. A good job too, It held all the way back to Blighty.
 Normandy
is dotted with war memorials
We even had Big John clamber on this one.
Memorable moment 3. A load of OAPs arrived in a bus and were admiring the hardware. One got a tad close (short sighted) and Big john swepped her up and sat her on his saddle. We reckoned she was two beats from a heart attack.
Memorable moment 4. We could abviously be heard coming from some distance because often when we entered village we would encounter loads of people on the sidewalks waving to us.
All in all I had a great time with this bunch. |
A
ride in Normandy
The
venue was a golf club which we took over. The
food was good and the accomodation very comfortable.
Big
John's Fat Boy.
My
Dyna outside the main cell block
The
guys arriving (is that a truck in the distance?)
The
other guests come to gawp and drool.
I
did ! I saw a spare parts truck. In fact this carried
an entire Ultra-glide. It never got used even though
one particular Sporty gave up the ghost. The rider (I
use the term loosely) decided to ride in the cab
instead
The
morning ritual GASSING UP. I think the owner of this
tiny gas station thought it was his Birthday each day
we rolled up.
...only
to find the rest coming in as well.
We
pretty much filled the town square with bikes.
The
team deciding which way to go...
Son-et-lumiere,
so called because of the massive lights on the fron
of his Super Glide and the fact that he was permanently
plugged into a cassette player.
Another
restaurant, another beer, another total lack of parking
space for any other customers.
Big
John checking if any of the road dust had the cheek
to land on his chrome.
Yours
truly. 
No-name,
so called because we couldn't think of a name for him,
deciding if he can manage to piss over the bridge.
I
have to admit that Normandy is a very beautiful spot.
....very
relaxing and quiet. 
Another
coffe stop. 
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