It kicked off on Friday night, when I journeyed to Croydon to help nou and rjw1 launch their weekend of Croydon-based fun by going for a curry. Croydon and I have a rocky relationship which wasn't helped when I got lost twice on the way, but as long as otherwise nice people will insist on living there I can't cut it out of my life entirely.
Saturday was the bike club's 'Strategy Day', where we got together to 'decide on the future of the Group'. At 9:30 on a Saturday morning. In Sutton.
Only a sense of duty dragged me out there (I'm the webmaster, for my sins), but it was OK, and afterwards we were given lunch and went for a ride in the Surrey hills. The morning mostly consisted of writing things on Post-Its and sticking them to the walls. I noticed one demand to 'make website for younger riders and female' so I'll, er, get right on that, shall I?
I rode straight from Box Hill to the South Bank Centre to help several_bees celebrate being granted Indefinite Leave to Remain in the UK. There was copious cake and we were all made to take the citizenship test, which I failed.
On Sunday I led three scootering friends on a ride to Burnham-on-Crouch in Essex, reached via a twisty road much-beloved of bikers and known as the Burnham Bends. A foggy start brightened up for lunch, but the temperature didn't climb much above 3° and we all needed our coffee and Full Monty breakfast at the biker-friendly Cabin Dairy tearoom.
When I got back I cleaned out the gerbil and watched Airline: The Story of Pan Am, which is highly acceptable viewing not only for all the aviation and 1960s visual and audio porn (including a brief snatch of Simon & Garfunkel) but because it's narrated by Honor Blackman. Then I went to bed at half past nine.