mmmmartin
Random geezer
We're home. Cofee at Gatwick. Flying with a bike is a nerve-wracking experience. Wrapping them, going to a different terminal to check-in, then handing over the hold bags, then back to the other terminal to hand the bikes in, then going back to the other terminal to check in properly, and finally queuing in a sweaty shed with - no seats - 300 others was a stressful three-hour nightmare. I had to show my boarding pass five times, and gordon's boarding pass was also on my phone so we finished up explaining 10 times what was going on.
Then we saw them unloading the bikes.
They came through on the carousel, to our horror, but apart from a small bash to Gordon's front brake, after half an hour an filthy hands, they were fine.
Frankly, I would have preferred to ride back.
Alex sat next to someone who vomited four times.
Then we saw them unloading the bikes.
They came through on the carousel, to our horror, but apart from a small bash to Gordon's front brake, after half an hour an filthy hands, they were fine.
Frankly, I would have preferred to ride back.
Alex sat next to someone who vomited four times.