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All started well with an overcast sky but dry roads. Met up with a man with a big 1150GSA in Aviemore some 50 dry miles later. Then it all got a lot soggy for quite some time. Within 12 miles of leaving Aviemore we were hiding under a road bridge cos the sky had fallen – that’s what it felt like, there was so much water hitting the ground around us. As we sat on our bikes watching the rainfall get heavier & heavier, we were also able to watch the puddle that was forming at our feet grow deeper & deeper, minute by minute! But within a few minutes the rian seemed to have reduced its assault on the ground, so we “maned up2 up headed off . . . . . . only to ride into another wall of water less than 100yards into Kigussie. This was accompanied by raw sewage gushing down the road . . . . Welcome to Scotland in summer 
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These deluges were to be the theme of the day, interspersed with long spells of drying out dryness. The twisties down to Dalwhinnie via Laggan proved to the 1150GSA riding manny that the young upstart F800GS was a bit quicker around them there bendy bits of roads!
I seem to recollect that we made it all the way to Glen Lyon without getting any wetter than we had been in Kingussie, which was nice cos it allowed us to dry out before the next, inevitable drowning.
F800GS trying to hide from another drowning
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The main group of riders had decided to take the slow and very scenic route to get to the tea room, so when they did eventually arrive, 1150GSA manny & me had slurped our soup, supped our tea and nibbled our way through several other local treats.
Supposed to be a XRV gathering, I think! One BMW, two BMW, 3 BMW, 4. Oh then a Transalp
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LWR parked up with his mates! :thumbup:
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Not a pretty site – an old man with his teeth out slurping soup, whilst Boris lectures LWR about the benefits of BMW riding
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After banter, tale swapping and some soup for the late comers, a route home was sorted . . over Ben Lawyers, with the Highland contingent turning left at Loch Tay and the Lowlanders turning right. Waves were waved and wheels turned for our respective destinations. I’d like to mention at this point that we were all still dry, after sunning ourselves at Glen Lyon. I like mentioning it cos it’s the only mention of sun in this whole write up!
1150GSA manny, LWR & me headed for Kenmore and onto some really nice small roads over some hills . . . don’t ask me where they are as I’ve no idea . . .I was just following 1150GSA manny! We ended up heading towards Dunkeld when we spotted the next wall of water heading our way (or were we just riding to it?). Once more into the breach rode the 3 nutters!
At Dunkeld LWR headed east away from the deluge! Me and one other headed into the depths of the downpour. By this stage it turns out that neither of us could see very well due to water inside & outside our visors – made for a slow, wet ride to Blairgowrie, where we re-fueled and tried to work out who was the wettest. It was a draw – we were both soaked. Onwards rode the insipid riders into the relentless downpour – we still had 90 miles to go. Up & over Glenshee we sloshed, avoiding all the washed off sand and grit that seemed to cover every bend.
At Dufftown 1150GSA manny & me bade each other fairwell whilst dripping into the gutter that was already full of running rain water. I head further north and low, I find myself riding on dry roads for the last 10 miles home! Turns out that it hasn’t rained at home all day, since I left actually! Fecking typical.
280 miles on lastest stead – ACE – apart from the seat! Whats that new craze that youngsters are doing?
Ah yes! Planking
Steve T
.These deluges were to be the theme of the day, interspersed with long spells of drying out dryness. The twisties down to Dalwhinnie via Laggan proved to the 1150GSA riding manny that the young upstart F800GS was a bit quicker around them there bendy bits of roads!
I seem to recollect that we made it all the way to Glen Lyon without getting any wetter than we had been in Kingussie, which was nice cos it allowed us to dry out before the next, inevitable drowning.
F800GS trying to hide from another drowning
The main group of riders had decided to take the slow and very scenic route to get to the tea room, so when they did eventually arrive, 1150GSA manny & me had slurped our soup, supped our tea and nibbled our way through several other local treats.
Supposed to be a XRV gathering, I think! One BMW, two BMW, 3 BMW, 4. Oh then a Transalp
LWR parked up with his mates! :thumbup:
Not a pretty site – an old man with his teeth out slurping soup, whilst Boris lectures LWR about the benefits of BMW riding
After banter, tale swapping and some soup for the late comers, a route home was sorted . . over Ben Lawyers, with the Highland contingent turning left at Loch Tay and the Lowlanders turning right. Waves were waved and wheels turned for our respective destinations. I’d like to mention at this point that we were all still dry, after sunning ourselves at Glen Lyon. I like mentioning it cos it’s the only mention of sun in this whole write up!
1150GSA manny, LWR & me headed for Kenmore and onto some really nice small roads over some hills . . . don’t ask me where they are as I’ve no idea . . .I was just following 1150GSA manny! We ended up heading towards Dunkeld when we spotted the next wall of water heading our way (or were we just riding to it?). Once more into the breach rode the 3 nutters!
At Dunkeld LWR headed east away from the deluge! Me and one other headed into the depths of the downpour. By this stage it turns out that neither of us could see very well due to water inside & outside our visors – made for a slow, wet ride to Blairgowrie, where we re-fueled and tried to work out who was the wettest. It was a draw – we were both soaked. Onwards rode the insipid riders into the relentless downpour – we still had 90 miles to go. Up & over Glenshee we sloshed, avoiding all the washed off sand and grit that seemed to cover every bend.
At Dufftown 1150GSA manny & me bade each other fairwell whilst dripping into the gutter that was already full of running rain water. I head further north and low, I find myself riding on dry roads for the last 10 miles home! Turns out that it hasn’t rained at home all day, since I left actually! Fecking typical.
280 miles on lastest stead – ACE – apart from the seat! Whats that new craze that youngsters are doing?
Ah yes! Planking
Steve T
