Sick Sad Little World

I had to work Saturday, which was bums. But never mind, I slept till 11am on Sunday so had a nice lie in.

I got up in time to watch the second 3/4 of the 250cc’s and had breakfast in time for the MotoGP boys. It was Sachsenring and Rossi needs points. It was mega rainy and initially I thought, “well that’s crap” but after a moment I remembered some of the other wet races and know that it makes it 10x more unpredictable. So I settled in for the race.

Dani was on form immediately, racing away like he was on a dry track when everyone else was on a wet one. It was quite funny though because Charley and Steve were chatting away and then the camera’s cut to Dani’s arse cam. They said “now lets listen to the RC212v…”

“Bvvvvv bvvvv bvvvv OOOOOOOOOOO”

And at the end of the straight we saw Dani go bye-bye. I actually sat there with my mouth open in amazement. It was something else and great timing by the director.

Dani went sliding in to the air fence at 170mph. Oh dear. I think he was 7s in front on lap 3. Serves him right.

Casey then bulleted away, leaving Vale doing his amazing wet weather riding to get 2nd. It was a great race and that concluded the lunchtime slot.

I then washed my bike and lubed the chain. Gave it a wee dry and set it in the garage, by which point I was not feeling too well. But I pushed that aside, got our gear on and we both went out on the bike.

I headed first to see our house, which reminded us why we couldn’t wait to get in, and then we headed out past T in the park.

As we were riding along Em shouted, “Look at the sun!!!” So I did, and this is what I saw:

The sun halo above Kinross.

That photo was taken on my new phone, a Nokia N95 8GB. It’s a fantastic picture and I am well chuffed with it. It gives me a pretty dependable backup camera should I spot something and my actual camera has ran out of battery.

After stopping for a moment, I then saw that I could nip out quick before a lorry came along, so I did…and then did a nice wheelie. Em was crapping herself but I knew it would happen because of the weight over the back of the bike. We then shot off and headed to Powmill, so that we could go around the Knockhill road.

Which we did. And there were tonnes of bikers. It was great! Then a bike arrived behind me and sat really close to me. I guess he liked formation riding and I accepted his fast riding and shot off past the slow moving cars. He followed and we weaved our way through Fife. He then shot off past me, offering a wave before I peeled off on to the motorway to head home again. We cruised up the motorway and back home. It was a nice ride out and took my headache and sick feeling away.

The cones that are laid out to channel the T in the parkers off the motorway are a great source of entertainment. As we approach the segregation, there are signs telling the drivers that in 800yrds you’ll either need to be in the left lane to go to TITP or the right hand lane to go straight on. It’s quite funny watching all these dopey drivers driving along, then suddenly realising that there are cones in the middle of the road…”why is that? What is happening? Am I meant to be in a specific lane here?!” and you can see what they are thinking by the erratic weaving that follows. Then a last minute decision is made and this either means straightening up and accepting your TITP fate, or doing a mega swerve on to the right hand lane.

It all plays out before me and it’s a laugh. Just shows how oblivious some drivers are to what is going on around them.

Anyway,

The news of a poor soul being brutally stabbed in the face and body 11 times at T in the park because he was defending his female friend, has soured my weekend.

We live in a sick, sad, little world where people who go to enjoy music at a festival end up getting stabbed in the face because some drunken neds think it’s cool. It makes me sick to the stomach to think that 2 brainless idiots can deliver so much brutality for something so trivial.

Is anything sacred in this place any more. Can we not go and enjoy something together without turning it in to a blood bath. These yobs who carry knifes around looking for trouble should be locked up. Or better still, shot.

It’s a sad day when we realise that everything we love about this place will end up being desimated because of the delinquent filth who hurt for kicks. We will end up living in a state of emergency. It’s inevitable as long as the dogs that do this shit still walk our streets.

Good night all, thanks for reading.

Gordon