Let’s just consider the facts for a second.
1st - A Honda C90 develops (when new) 4.5bhp at the rear wheel!
2nd - It has a top speed of about 45mph or 30mph with Paul 'I have lost so much weight that I can see my man parts' Henshaw (from now on to be known as PIHLSMWTICSMMP as it rolls of the tongue better) in the pilots seat.
3rd - The coastline of Ireland is about 3500 miles (3500/45 = 78 hours riding or a 38 hour later ferry if you are PIHLSMWTICSMMP)
Finally - our 3 intrepid adventures are slightly less than fit. There is Williams who needs oiling periodically (not in a gay way), Henshaw who sounds like Ivor the engine when he breaths and Truman...well we are not sure about Truman’s fitness as we have never seen him do anything.
There was nothing else to be done but use up a new year’s resolution and start training. Once again Henshaw and Williams (the one with a chickens foot for a hand) showed their commitment early this morning (too early) while Alun ‘you guys get on with it' Truman stayed in bed.
Now if you speak to Truman he may cite evidence such as 'they never told me they were going' or 'I don’t live anywhere near North Wales' as reasons for his absence on the trek up Mount Moel Famau. Both of which are true but I have just one word for you Truman...Charity!
Back to our training. The idea, as most of team chicken ideas do, came from too much alcohol, this one during the post Xmas, pre new year’s lull. Why not get up early, and go for a bit of a walk somewhere? A reasonable idea that was later molested by Henshaw in an attempt to justify his slightly odd obsession with mountaineering stories, into, why not get up bloody early when it is really F*ckin cold and slippy and find a big hill (ed: Mountain) to climb. While we are on the subject the definition of a mountain is over 2000 feet. Despite me standing on Henshaws shoulders when we got to the top with a pebble on my head...it’s still only a hill!)
Henshaw got up (he says) at 5am in the morning to drive from Wem to North Wales arriving at 7.45am. A distance of 39 miles making an average speed, if his set off time is to be believed of 14mph. From this simple piece of maths we can propose 2 possibilities. Either Henshaw is full of Sh*t or he was practicing for the mind numbingly low average speed he will attain around Ireland on his C90.
Anway, enough writing, just to prove that we did it hereare a selection of photos below of our hike. It was about 5 miles and we were knacked so it doesn't look good for the ride around Ireland (please sponsor us).
Henshaw got up (he says) at 5am in the morning to drive from Wem to North Wales arriving at 7.45am. A distance of 39 miles making an average speed, if his set off time is to be believed of 14mph. From this simple piece of maths we can propose 2 possibilities. Either Henshaw is full of Sh*t or he was practicing for the mind numbingly low average speed he will attain around Ireland on his C90.
Anway, enough writing, just to prove that we did it hereare a selection of photos below of our hike. It was about 5 miles and we were knacked so it doesn't look good for the ride around Ireland (please sponsor us).
The start of the trip, as with most things we get into, you can tell we have our sh*t together
Henshaw sitting down (this happend a lot)
Williams showing that break dancing is cool even in the 21st century as 1800 ft
Henshaw showing that the Fonz is cool even in the 21st century at 1800 ft. Heyyyy!!!
Told ya
Williams demonstrating that 'treking' is possible even with one leg longer than the other
The wind was very strong at 1822 ft
This photo is unexplainable
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