CMA AGM

Bad day for bikes Wednesday thanks to a woman whose only concern was dropping her kid off at school. After dithering past a couple of small gaps in a row of illegally parked cars she accelerated away, then braked suddenly when she changed her mind and wanted to turn around in a side road. Bike was lent over when I braked, so I dropped poor Gladis. Says a lot about society these days that people ignore the law just so they can drop off their kids, that they are unaware of queues of traffic they are causing, that no-ones cares whether the biker is injured, that no-one helps the biker get their bike out of the road, that after causing an accident the driver argues with other drivers (who were telling her that she has stopped suddenly right in front of me) drops her kid off, then comes back to argue with me (thinking that 'I'm 29, I've been driving 10 years' absolves her of all blame).

Anyway. Forget it. Just me paying for other people being idiots yet again.

CMA National AGM hosted by the East Mids branch this weekend. Great to see people I've met all over the country again. Amy and the guys came down from Forth and Tay, Rob (1200 Sportster) from Birmingham. We did supper and fellowship Friday evening, easy enough. Usual 5 mins late Saturday morning for my stint on Holy Joes. Morning spent with an apron on, sorting HJs, wiping up, chopping tomatoes etc. Parking duty at lunchtime. Its a special talent to spend your morning preparing food, then miss out on it completely! AGM itself was really long. We had cunningly got ourselves the sofas in the corner hehe. Drawback in that plan was having to kick Lesley when she started snoring! Although to be fair, all of the apron wearers fell asleep at some point! Had to leave for a pee halfway through the interesting debate about the nature of the National Rally/Conference.

More bike parking duty (wearing a hi vis and nodding/waving at the guys leaving!). Discovered a new bike.. Yamaha Bulldog. V nice. (Best not let Gladis hear me say that).

I have to confess to drooling over a Fat Boy again!

Poor Gladis made to look small again

Alex has got a gorgeous new bike.. 10 year old Heritage Softail. Lovely. Pearlescent White (blue sparkly bits in the paint). He let me sit on it. Still can't see myself handling a beast like this. Ian recommended a Charles Atlas course. And a few 'light breakfasts'.

Collected 60 lots of fish and chips for tea. Then the quiz. Later that night I felt bad for taking over in my team and not letting others answer more. Then I thought stuff it. Its the only thing my brain can do.. answer questions on rubbish. Well, not rubbish. Freddie Mercury's real name and lyrics from Bo Rap was just playing into my hands! Anway, we won. And Mike Fitton was hilarious at rubbing it in. More clearing up and home earlier that I'd hoped.

Car boot briefly.. spotted the 'quick cup' for Becky and Sarah..

..then mad rush back to All Saints for their service (mad rush as iPad died). Luckily Gladis is good at squeezing into small spaces at the last moment. Great sermon from Mike. Goodbyes to the few that stayed all weekend. Managed not to drop Gladis with everyone watching. Sunday afternoon faffing, ironing, reading, nap, then MotoGP. Cal got 4th.