That Was Emotional!

So I made it, 993 miles in a shade over 24 hours.

 

I wrote this on my forum as an initial thought, I'll either edit it later and write more or just write a whole new post but I'll leave this up for a bit:

I think I got to JoG about 0430h in the end, but I shepherded one chap back from about Glen Coe onwards. He'd tipped off his bike at Dunoon snapping his clutch perch and getting a mirror stalk in his eye. I didn't want to leave him, especially as his tank range was pretty small on an old Honda CB360. He suddenly disappeared a number of times from my mirrors so I had to go back and see if he was ok and could get the bike started. 993 miles was my final total.

I was soooo cold though, the chap at P5 who owns Haggis Adventures very kindly lent me thermal liners for my jacket and trousers which helped so much, and his wife had made little doggy bags including scones and a miniature bottle of Glenmorangie for arrival at JoG. I gave her a hug as I left and thought we were both about to blub!

I suspect I'll be hearing from Ecilops Ecosse at some point in my near future and I can't say I don't deserve it. I really, really wanted to get to bed last night. What surprised me was the control and flow I felt, and yet just how slow the miles ticked down despite the concentration and speed.

Oh, and the bike has lost a header gasket so currently sounds like a pair of stolen motor-crossers. So the next 850 miles will be fun.

Not.