Ahh fond memories of Bournemouth! Me and my mate arranged to visit friends down there once. We booked camping to arrive on a Friday, and travelled down to arrive late. They new it was two blokes when we booked. We pitched the tents in silence and eventually got to sleep despite the noise of a nearby family tent who played loud music and shouted until the early hours.
The following morning we were told to leave by the site owners! They claimed they only allowed families and couples. We suspect they were anti-biker.
Despite suggesting we might be a gay couple, they gave us until noon to leave. Our mates came to help us move quick, stuffing the tent in a car and burning donuts on a classic laverda. They drove us to a nearby camp site and said we could pay the site fee whenever.
Just as we were pitching tents again, some tart leant on the other guy's laverda and knocked it over! The domino effect made it knock mine over too! It cracked my faring and shattered the laverda's screen. We were gutted. No way could the stupid tart afford to pay for repairs. At least mine was a tatty old CBR600.
On the Sunday afternoon we rode back up to Peterborough averaging 100mph on the quiet A1. Just as I cornered onto a local dual-carriageway a police biker pulled me over. He said "you took the corner at 70, but then you accelerated to 100." I told him it was a bit windy on the corner , which he admitted was even worse on a Pan. He gave me a producer and I made my remaining 9 miles home slowly.
So, er, I don't recommend a weekend in Bournemouth for any money!
