Glasson Dock

Glasson Dock for the brave

She shivered as she peeled off the soggy, freezing cold socks and slithered into the steaming hot bath. “Ooooh, aarrgh, eeee” she sighed as she tried to work out whether the bath was too hot or just right as there was no feeling in her feet or legs. It was only after her whole body was covered that she stopped shivering despite having the heated jacket and hand grips on full (which was a strange thing to have on when getting into a bath)- Now read on.

Today was a weather day - whether to risk the snow or whether to stay indoors. As it turned out, a foolhardy 8 bikers braved the frost and ice and made it to our meeting point. For those fortunate to make it, Starbucks provided a welcome cuppa (or, for Malcolm, the cheaper coffee at Subway). Norma’s 4 shot decaf soya latte got some comments as did the size of Phils cappuccino. Paul managed to blag a free one which was nice.

Anyway, we hung around as long as we could so we could work out if the snow was going to get better or worse. But 11am came and went and eventually we had to venture out - 8 bikes but no pillions. By this time, Glasson Dock was well off the menu (or so we thought) - there was no way we were going to be out too late. “No problems” cried out leader, Phil - “We’ll head for Rivvy Barn via the A59”. So, off we toddled, up the motorway, across to the A65 where we came to a useful “Road Closed” sign. Which didn’t help. So we followed the diversion signs until we got to the A59.

By this time it was actually snowing (rather than rain and a bit of sleet), so Phil led us nicely to a nearby McDonalds where we wandered in and hung the wet coats up to dry. More food and drink was consumed while we considered what to do next. The sensible ones decided it was time to go home - but three brave souls decided that Devils Bridge would be a good place to head for.

The 5 of us then headed home through the snow (as in “My visor is covered in snow - help”) and left the others to it.

We got home around 2pm and Norma jumped into a hot bath to warm up (see opening paragraph which she wrote for me) while I debated whether to go and fix my radio which had decided to pack up (the answer was “No - it can wait till the weather is warmer”).

Meanwhile the other three fools diehards carried on. I got a text saying they were off to Glasson Dock and one later saying they were home, cold and wet. See the story on the left for Phils report.

And the odd photo of the troops.

Oh what a wonderful day,not snowed but might well have done,seems its rained all night,but that don’t stop the hardened bikes of the manhoc.
off I go to the meet point,got there half hour early to find there was already a bike parked up,well done Kev,closely followed by Mr and Mrs Chairman,norma in the rain,whatever next?I’ve heard she’s making pancakes next week for a load of bikers.

So as tradition,we set off late into the rain,north bound up the 61, turned off and tried to go through Ribchester,but a diversion put paid to that,so I pulled over and spoke to the gaffer who said “find a pub” (he really does have a drink problem), but we ended up in McDonalds as t was then near Clitheroe. Having sat in there for an hour or so it was time to go on with the ride,”don’t think so” said 6 riders, and off they went to there nice warm cosy homes,that left the real bikers to carry on with the ride,myself,young Malcolm,and Paul Collins.

What a damn good time we had. We decided to change the route towards the coast,preston harley davidson coffee shop seemed to be that way,so we called in,had a coffee and laughed at there bikes,and left. Next stop Garys home,where we were made very comfy and warm,only got cake tho,we thought maybe a sunday dinner,but no,carrot cake it was to be,and from there we headed off home,extremely cold,wet,bordering on hypothermia.