Time to sleep, we had decided as it was late just to make a bivvy on the car park, using the three bikes and a large tarp. Being a old soldier it was easy, just put one bike long wards and the other two bikes at either end throw over a tarp, a few bungees and Bobs your uncle, somewhere dry to sleep. Out with the sleeping bags and air beds and we ere soon as snug as bugs in a rug. Rocket had found some local feral cats to chase which kept him happy for a while. Mick and my self were on the outside while Dave and wRocket had a tussle for the middle spot. Mick was soon snoring his head off while Dave and myself had a bit of a chat. Mick of course denied this when he woke up 15 mins later and rolled another fag; I went into the truck stop and purchased a round of Coffee which was warm and wet. We all dropped of to sleep soon after that.
What seamed like 10 mins later Rocket decided to bark and growl at some workers waiting to catch a bus. I needed a pee so went off to the truck stop, Dave went to while Mick rolled up again!, on Dave’s return he had to fight Rocket who had took over his warm sleeping bag, Dave won.
As it was still early we just lay there watching the world go by, plus a couple off groups of joggers from one of the near by hotels, mostly young females, we had to restrain Dave from going and joining them.
Finally the bar opened for breakfast, bread and jam! I just had a couple of coffees to get me going. Bikes ready to roll, off we headed for the toll motor way and the rally which was being held at a small mountain village a few hours away called “St Sorlin d’Arves”.
On to the toll motor Mick in front map reading. It was very busy because it was a bank holiday but traffic was running smoothly, we were able to keep to a steady 70 mph.
AS we rode south it was a lot warmer, and the scenery started to get more alpine.
At one point Rocket was a bit worried about the very large birds of prey hovering over head, so he just closed his eyes and tried to ignore them.
Soon we were going trough tunnels which meant music time, using the gearbox and throttle, to make music.
After many toll stops, fag breaks, fuel and food stops we finally came off the motorway much to micks relief, who was nearly in tears having spent so much beer money on tolls. Mick had phoned ahead to Jules to give rough time of our arrival, so that when we arrived the French Shim Whillters Mcc France were waiting at a café for us.
Julie was in for a surprise as she new she had a mystery guest but not that it was me and small dog greetings over we went to a café to meet Crag and Alison ( S.W.France)
Coffee a quick chat and time to go up the mountain to the rally.