692 miles, 30+ riders, 18 counties, 8 (or 9) hospitals, 4 (or 5) police escorts, several babies...and a partridge in a pear tree!!
Me, all the other riders, pillion passengers, and support crew, are home safe. Although the last bit of the journey along the M7/N7 from Portlaoise to Dublin today wasn't the easiest of rides. The cross winds were horrendous and even the more experienced drivers were complaining. At one stage it was so bad that I contemplated getting off the bike and riding in one of the support cars. But then I remembered little (tiny) Baby S that I had met on the first day and thought what would happen if she gave up. She can't give up, so I thought I better not... Even Joe said at one stage that it wasn't much fun, but he never complained about the Velcro like grip that kept me attached to him for most of the motorway driving. I didn't dare let go! But once we reached the relative shelter of town and were guided in along the north Quay then down Dame street by two Police bikes stopping the traffic and making noise, we forgot all about the wind, and enjoyed the ride, and the excitement, and the noise...!
So now I really have, been there, done that, and worn the tee-shirt. Me, and the rest of the crew, were presented with 'Prem Baby Warriors' tee-shirts last night and they were proudly worn today by all and sundry. At last I had some part of the uniform that wasn't borrowed!!
We had dinner at the Hard Rock cafe and then after many fond farewells (including one for my brother, who leaves tomorrow and faces a drive of 300 miles home when he gets off the ferry) and plenty of hugs, I made my way home, on 4 wheels!
All that's left now is to unpack my bag and put away all my stuff. What an anti climax.
I wiped clean my helmet and put it back into its protective bag. I opened a wardrobe door to put it away and I wondered when would be the next time that I get to wear it again....
So, what did you learn from my experience?? :-)
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