To start, a shot of me being carried home with a broken rear leg. A bit regal? Usually have to cop $10 to get a ride over bumpy ground like I had here.
Then, a bit of dissemble, a bit of paint scraping and grinding and filing, then welding and brazing a nice brace piece over the break and we are ready for action.
So was the weather! But we work with what we have or what we get, not what we want, and a wet day above ground surely kicks off better than a dry day below it.
Onward Wee Warrior, to the battle. Grid position 8th now due to no clear lap in R1. 10th or 11th into T1 but took a bit too long to make the passes in the wet. Ended up chasing down Magnus in the Stanguellini and thought I had a lap to go and would have had a crack, but the chequered flag beat me and a happy 4th place is where we finished. Back in the van (after dancing with downpours for 5 or 7hrs) and a check of the dead gearbox (4th gear seized on the shaft) meant I’m ready to ride. Onward to Denmark and a flight home to spend time with my cherished Kim. Oh hell yes, …. She got a shape I love to squeeze,… lips that bring me to my knees,. . oh please, let it roll tonight! (thanks to Littlefeat) .
Wet? Lake Watkins encroached then broached the scant defences of Fort Ollie
Then on the road to Denmark. THIS is a bridge, and halfway, the bugger disappears into the sea, just like into a James Bond villains hideaway.
And on into Denmark. Lovely place. Both Sweden and Denmark are a lot like NZ. Lots of animals in the fields, small farmlets and farm village towns.
Found the coolest laundromat ever.
The Laundromat Cafe. Wash and Dryers in the back, great coffee in the front, wonderful staff and even got to chat and have a laugh with Kim from California. If you can’t gossip and debate in a laundromat, where can you? Got all my smellies even my race suit clean and dry so I can travel back home nice and light. Anyone reading this this that needs laundry done in Copenhagen, I can’t recommend this place highly enough. And only NZ$1 for the wash and 50 cents got my race suit, jeans and 2 towels bone dry. Coffee was perfect.
A little bit of Cats Cradle above my friend Jacs place in Bigerod
Thanks for listening to /reading the ramblings of a silly old bugger on the run. Cheers and ciao