02-11-18, 09:23 PM
i've done many, many, trips to bike races back in the 80's and 90's on my FJ's - including one to Assen with about 12 other bikes, where we left the Midlands after work, rode down to Dover, got an overnight ferry and then headed straight from Calais towards Assen - no sleep whatsoever.
Anyway, about 4.30am, while I'm leading the bunch up the Dutch motorway, I turn off up an EXIT slip road and just before the end, my passenger gives me a huge dig in the ribs.........this woke me up, I wondered where we were and realised too late that we were crossing the road at the end and going straight back down the ENTRY slip road on the other side - at about 80mph, with no slowing down.
All the others followed me like sheep, wondering what the f**k I was doing. We stopped for a break at the next services :lol - I wasn't allowed to lead any more :lol , and then when we got to the track I slept through the first race (it was on the Saturday morning).
Anyway, about 4.30am, while I'm leading the bunch up the Dutch motorway, I turn off up an EXIT slip road and just before the end, my passenger gives me a huge dig in the ribs.........this woke me up, I wondered where we were and realised too late that we were crossing the road at the end and going straight back down the ENTRY slip road on the other side - at about 80mph, with no slowing down.
All the others followed me like sheep, wondering what the f**k I was doing. We stopped for a break at the next services :lol - I wasn't allowed to lead any more :lol , and then when we got to the track I slept through the first race (it was on the Saturday morning).