Imagine if you will.
The location is specially hand picked to allow the masses to arrive, have refreshments and be ready for the onslaught of the Buchan and Northern coast. No road will be left unridden and the locals will tread with fear as they hear the mighty roar of Kath's SV at 43 mph.
The troops are gathered awaiting for the call to arms from the trusted and illustrious leader. The tension mounts, who will follow the leader and who will jockey for position to bring up the rear. (Me of course so i can play catch up at no faster than 61 mph)..
The shout goes up and the eager mininons form a cirlce, open mouthed.
The speach begins.................................NO ONE MENTION THE F1 RESULT OR YOUR HISTORY!! The troops agree not to say anything but grumblligs can be heard from the back. ENOUGH He orders, listen in to your orders.
THE MIRROR SYSTEM. WE WILL BE USING THE MIRROR SYSTEM. LOOK IN YOUR MIRRORS AND BE SURE YOU CAN SEE THE RIDER BEHIND. Then he goes all Uncle Sam and says, NO ONE GETS LETS BEHIND. At this a junior officer gives a demostration of where a mirror is likely to be situated and by over emphasising looks into the reflective glass.
Giggles of laughter from the troops as we all think the same. I'm not that e-fin daft.
Clothing fastened, helmets and gloves donned, engines started, 18 trusty steads burble in to life. We're off.
Blah, blah, blah, roads are ridden at astoninging pace, coffee. Blah, blah blah, ice bloody cream. Blah, blah, blah, lunch. The feeding frenzy continues.
The troops have gelled into a commited force taking on sharp bends with gusto, long straights are overwhelemed with the mighty roar of Steves Busa at 2500 revs, villages and towns are left desimated by the full force of the GMC.
Joyfull of their experience and proud to represent such an esteemed club the collective group who have conquered all before them turn for home. But they should beware of the pitfall that is Huntley.
With thoughts turning to home and of great stories to tell, the group encounter a junction of such large proportions that panic sets in. The leaders off, Kath follows, didn't she do well (bit of old brucie for you there) 3, 4, 5 are away, others follow making the crossing, their steads throttled to the max. Ok 5000 revs then. 6, 7 8, 9, and 10 are away to catch the group and join the others. A couple lose their away and drift off towards Huntley or beyond leaving the rest to blindly follow the route home.
The remaining 6 continue to ride with gusto but their path are blocked by oncoming blocks of metal which they have to avoid. The miles pass and 3 lose their way taking a left at Pitcaple, hope they are ok, no one has heard of them since. Disjointed the other 3 facing the immenent danger of been lost,
regroup in a layby with comments like. What the ef happened back there and where the ef have they gone and who was that W^*:k1r on the ************.
Unperturb the 3 continued past Inverurie and onward to the safety of their homes where steads were fed and watered and put to bed for the night.
To be refueled and ready, waiting for another call to arms to tackle more roads on countless journeys using THE MIRROR SYSTEM
