done my thing in scotland, suppose some people would call it work, she ran like a dream, me and my steed are one, Ukraine or wherever I am ready. picked up £750 worth of beer tokens for the charity the first day, I knew the trade would back me, Think a lot of the bread was given to me through the fact sympathy was required, I forgot to mention at the start a great run up there, apart from me being photograped on the Mickey 6 stretching her legs a bit, the down side for the sympathy was that MY rear end was akin to that of a rhesus monkeys, reminded me of my 10 years in the royal navy, I'll not go into that. 

Even the local bus driver( I live on the route), pulled up with a bus full of punters, whipped his phone out and took a photo of the bike, got back on the bus and was gone, does not do that when I have my british junk parked out there, amazing.

Anyway back to the trip, hope fully after my transplant, oh! sorry did I not mention it, I am having a bisons arse bolted to my rear end for the trip, will be easier than getting somebody to rub cream on it,

Also before i forget I can now manage to light a fag up at 33.273 miles per hour, BMW windshields are fantastic and can only think they were designed by a 40 a day German.

On a lighter note and not to bog us all down in my serious mode, am looking foward to the trip and raising a few quid for the kids, a good effort all round to everybody except me, i have not had to do any of the horse work organising this gig, hats off to you all,  

anyway have to blog off or whatever you call it, Friday night is again a trip training night for me none of that pumping lead or iron, got to get some serious vodka drinking in to bring me up to speed, don't want to be left flagging with the rest of the teatotalers in the team.

So to wish you all a Soviet goodbye and farewell. as taught to me at Clitheroe poly

Grashnibolsky. Senoras and senoritas.