After a brew we were ready for off. Phil was going to be back marker, until he noticed his rear tyre. He wasn't going anywhere but home, his back tyre was shredded. Off we went with Griff as tail end Charlie, until we were flagged down in Waddington (not Lincolnshire) by some considerate old boy to tell us there has been a serious crash and the road was shut. So the detour button was hit which took us round to Cow Ark then back on the B6478 but the sat nav said turn right so I did then it started laughing at me and said do a U turn. Grrrr! OK so back on route towards Lancaster. On to the Motorway for 1 junction was called out on the radio, unfortunately due Gary (CBF1000) finding his nerve to open up his bike in the outside lane he didnt see John at the side of the motorway and as Griff couldn't get by they decided to do extra mileage, but this will not count towards the sore ass awards I'm afraid. So the rest of us pulled in at the Truckhaven truck stop and had a Scooby snack and a brew whilst waitig for them to join us.

 

We set off again up the A6 to the A590 to our destination at the Barrow Dock Museum to find Paul Collins, Gary Fisher & Phil Kennedy on his Blade waiting for us. A quick chat at which I was sure Gazza said they would be making their way back shortly. So off round the museum which is very interesting. Then it was into the cafe for more Scooby snax and brews. OK time to go so off to the bikes and Gazza, Paul and Phil were still waiting.

 

We decided that as Geoff had plumbed in the address of the Pub we wanted to visit he can lead the ride back.... Well what a cock up that turned out to be. After visiting 2 roundabouts twice Geoff went one way to which John said it's the other way (Geoff's way was quicker) After a bit of choice words and micky taking we set off back on the A590 to the A65 towards Devils Bridge. A quick stop  for go go juice to which the question arose "Where the hell is Tony" "Oh yeh, where is Tony?" I checked my phone and there was a message from Tony, to cut a crazy story short we joined up after a 15 minute break. Off yet again where cock up 23 occured. John was leading but Griff wasnt ready, We turned right to go on the B6254 which turned into a what shall we call a poor excuse for a path. At this stage we lost Phil; apparently Pete was acting as back marker until Griff caught up, but Griff went a different way so as Pete sped by Phil, Phil thought "Were's Griff?" so off Phil went doing a U turn to check out if Griff was OK. In Phil's words "Where the F is everyone" so as Phil had no idea where anyone was it was off for an ice cream and home for him while we piled into the Red Well Inn (I think that's whta it was called). 1 drink later and a chat it was off again back the way we came. not up the rough road but the way Griff came and back on the A65 for a number of miles opening it up and ringing the bikes necks, not me i must add; I kept to the speed limit - honest your honour. We turned off the A65 onto the A682 Through Gisburn to Nelson where a loo stop at the Thatch & Thistle Pub. This is where i said my good byes and me and Griff rode off into the sunset.

 

So there you have it, a day of left right and wrong turns but we got there in the end. 220 miles consumed and 11 hours on the road.