Stand by your pint

Day 6 - Blarney to Waterford

Evening all

Before we start a quick shout to Laura, Waterford crystal has not gone bust, they are merely being bought out so you don't have to treble the insurance on them yet. x

Morning broke but was swiftly fixed and the previous nights frivolities with David, Declan, Kevin, John, Shaun, Jason and the rest at the Muskerry Arms in Blarney fading heavily into a Guinness haze we made our way back to the pub for our promised free full Irish brekkie.
Banger, Bacon, Black and White pudding and everything else washed down with cups of tea set us slowly on our way.
Out on the highway, the wind whistling past, against, at, up and across we ate the miles. The towns rolled by in a blur and our maximum top speed, previously 52mph, was smashed, the new record of 56mph was however to be shortlived.
At a set of traffic lights in Cork, halflife shouted a challenge at his fat friend and the fishboy, it was one that couldn't be rejected. "first to the workman" he shouted, a workman was approx 200yds away shovelling something from one pile to another, the lights changed, the engines roared (actually spluttered to life) gears were selected and the revs rose. Carpboy won the close race by a mere 0.108 seconds from a distraught Gollobski. Halflife on the other hand, having thrown down the initial gauntlet, checked his mirrors, neatly selected his chosen gear, straightened his tie, checked his oil and chain tension before gently pulling away to finish a close 17 minutes 32 seconds behind the other two.
To make up for this minor faux pah, Halflife then went for the landspeed record, with a prevailing wind, in a lorries (sorry Semi's) slipstream he smashed the previous top speed into the weeds hitting 60mph. The others closely followed similarly hitting the magical six zero.
The wind was incredibly strong, nearly blowing Gollobski off the bike a few times but the bikes were running really well and the miles to Waterford flew by.
Unfortunately in his haste to hit the 60mph barrier, Halflife had then begun to here clunking sounds, grinding sounds and banging sounds from his C90.
He discovered his exhaust bolt was missing and now feels a complete stripdown by a crack MotoGp team is needed. Jeremy Burgess (Valentino Rossi's team manager) is flying in Friday morning for a consultation session so Halflife can revisit his tour strategy. Gollobski quipped " he should get on and ride the damn thing, mines sounded like shit since saturday"
Carpboy found another energy drink today called Rockstar, twice the size, twice the punch and now our pee smells like Lucky Charms!!
During the day Gollobski came about as close to falling off his chicken as he ever has, A German Shepard, called Adolf or Killer or sythe or something like decided that he didn't like Gollobski's taste in over trousers. He ran into the road, attempted to bite and even though Golloski opted to fall and miss the dog, it was in the hands of the gods he didnt hit the kitty litter. a change of underwear was needed.
After repairing the bike we headed to Carrick on suir for a spot of fishing and keebab eating, no doubt ending in a pub somewhere till the wee hours. Strangely enough I now write this from a pub, after stuffing a keebab, the whole trip shortly following Carpboy landing 5 spratts, 3 stickleback, 14 lobsters and a toilet seat with his £1400 competition fishing rod.

Oh happy days