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All for plenty of That!!!
lol. Indeed. Been drinking have we? 😃👍😱
*waits for an example from OP*
One from me.
1978 Scottish Six Days Trial, base is the Milton Hotel Fort William (now The Ben Nevis Hotel)
4 or 5 of us observing & back marking the trial & staying at the Milton.
Paul's Ossa has a bent back wheel & at midnight & after some 'drinks' It's decided we should sort it out before tomorrow (which is now today).
Bit dark outside where the bikes are parked & headtorches haven't been invented (apart from Davey lamps) so we decide to take the bike to Pauls bedroom. Up the fire escape stairs & down the corridor, into the room.
Using a chair on it's side, & the bike on a pop crate, using a chair leg as a gauge, Paul/we manage to re-true the wheel to a reasonable level.
As wer'e returning the motorcycle back down the corridor to the fire escape, a staff member passes by with nothing more than a 'hiya boys, how ya doing', like it was normal to be wheeling a Mick Andrews Replica Ossa 250 trials bike down a hotel corridor.
It was like that all week, daft things & great times with great lads.
At 61 I've many more great times to re-live but that one always springs to mind!
Stag do in Newcastle. We're heading back to the hotel, the group splits, most heading to the hotel and a couple to look for food. We make it to one of our rooms for more drinks and receive a phone call from one of the other guys. He starts off by saying a guy is in his room and won't let him in. So we look down the corridor, said mate is not there. They had somehow managed to get into some apartment complex and knock some poor bloke up! Happy memories!
Snowdon trip staying in the bunkhouse at the cwellyn arms. Walking back from the pub, when will decides to jump into a field to get closer to a sheep.
Having had bright torches on, our eyes had adjusted so turning them off plunged us into total darkness. Cue a panicked, drunk Will stumbling round a field "guys, guys, come on guys, where are you?"
3 of us on a motorcycle trip up north staying hotel in a small village that shall remain nameless. We got to drinking with the locals, then back to someones house for more drinking. At some point I was told to go back to the hotel - what I had done I am not sure. It took a while to get back and I remember sitting in a hedge for a while. The second chap made it back to the hotel a bit later than me but the third chap - well he got totally lost, ended up in a half built school at the wrong end of the village, he phoned a friend back in Edinburgh to ask where he was! Eventually somehow he made it back to the hotel. A week later back in Edinburgh he got a visit from the police ( small village, we knew a couple of folk so got tracked down thru them) trying to establish exactly what had happened that night. His only answer? " pissed sir"
<span style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px;">Â A week later back in Edinburgh he got a visit from the police</span>
So what did they want him for? !