Arrived at home Monday afternoon after 1.859 GPS KM (about 1.200 miles). Bloody hot ride. The XT marked its territory immediately when it got home, looking at the puddle of oil underneath it.. The engine is still too hot to investigate and I hope it´s just because I rode the last 25 miles a bit too fast. First investigation tells me, it´s the gear lever seal that was blown out or a copper washer that melted. Just glad it didn´t happen before.
Many thanks to all, who made this a fabulous weekend. Mark for organizing the place, Gareth, Liz and the entire Welsh crew for the marquis and all the drinks and food in it (including the cooler). Richard for his outstanding tour along the reservoirs. And everybody for their company. Last but not least Hillary and Kate for the great birthday cake with candles. My first in 51 years.
Apologies to Trevor, for not recognizing him immediately. It must have been your white legs, that disturbed me.
As for the cheap hotel in Folkestone, I now know why, but still good enough for a night at this price. Watched grey haired bus people at the bingo, enjoying a Carlsberg. Actually pretty funny. Until we meet again, was a song played this night. Quite appropriate.
Got the Chunnel very fast. Acting stupid Dutch, standing in the wrong lane, even got me an earlier train, than I was allowed to.
All together, it was just great. Thanks again!
Richard-NL
Wales, it needs an sunshade roof (for Ron).
