The Irish BikeFest is now getting closer by the day...
My doctor has got me well enough to ride the motorcycle for about half an hour and between him and I we have concluded how I'll deal with my medication to hopefully allow me to ride. However, every morning, I wake up and then start vomiting. I also pass out when standing up and that also makes me vomit. (It's all connected to the same nervous system). General I am still exhausted, but I am slowly improving, (that's very slowly).
Elaine and I decide that we are still going to Ireland, as it has been a target that I set myself to achieve and as I'd been working towards this goal, for a few months, it wasn't going to beat me. We hired a trailer and loaded it up, with the bike.
The first stage was a 3 or 4 hour drive (only 125 miles) to the ferry port in South West Wales
Pembroke - Pembroke, Pembrokeshire - Wikipedia -
Pembroke is a attractive Welsh town. However; It's not all as pretty as this.
We were heading for the docks and it was rapidly approaching midnight.
The ferry was set to depart around 02:00 hrs. and we arrived with plenty of time to spare.
When we arrived at the ferry port, we met up with some of the other riders that were coming along with us. This was a great time to rekindle old friendships and make new ones. Everyone was getting very excited to be together and heading off for the festival.
Other riders had already taken earlier ferries or making the trip through other ports so we still were only a part of the group that were heading over. Now it was time to get some -food-rest-sleep-Guinness!!- (please select the most appropriate option) on the ferry, before our arrival around 06:30 hrs. in Ireland.
The morning came around and we docked in Rosslare (South East Ireland). We now had a 175 mile journey to reach Killarney (festival location) and this was going to take us until the middle of the afternoon, including stops, along the way. The riders all set off at there own paces and via different routes, however lunchtime, we stopped at a survice station and met up with some of the people that we were with on the boat. One guy didn't have sat-nav and was staying at the same location as us, in Killarney, so he followed on to our destination.
Polaris Britain were aware that we were all making the trip over but hadn't chosen to attend themselves.
Given my previous comments (about finding things out and getting into places that I perhaps shouldn't be) you probably won't be surprised to see that I knew a new dealership was to be announced for Polaris, Indian & Victory, at the Ireland BikeFest. (In fact, the first dealership in Ireland). They had no stock supplied by Polaris Britain for them, so I had discreetly arranged to make some of our Polaris motorcycles available to them, for the show. I had selected some appropriate bikes on the journey over and approached the riders, before leaving the boat, that same morning. This was to keep things totally under cover and not allow any information out to reach the public. (The other riders didn't even know what was going on).
I had also discovered that a Polaris ATV dealer was coming down from Northern Ireland with a SlingShot.