Bol Dor 2002 – ​​​​​​​Friday 13th September

Awoke to sounds of ships siren and pre-dawn French seagulls...

dodgy P&O fried breakfast… rumbled out of Le Havre in the dark heading to the Bol Dor,

Awoke to sounds of ships siren and pre-dawn French seagulls… dodgy P&O fried breakfast… rumbled out of Le Havre in the dark early morning light… I was looking around trying to find which way the buggers were going, Cab was looking dark, menacing and determined, Brian didn’t care where he was going as long as he could hoik a few large ones on the way, Gary didn’t care where he was going as long as his engine didn’t explode on route and Rob was looking for a second breakfast as it had already been nearly 15 minutes since his last meal… off to Paris via a (*cough*) alternative route… arrived and assumed position sitting in access road that we were sure wouldn’t be used… we were wrong… met up with Eric (aka Jacque Cousteau) and his bird – Sandy… we were all impressed by Erics tres-bien silver 955i… flew down various N Roads… stopped for refuel/refreshments at a most excellent MAG type place… lots of high speed runs… Rob had a mad five minutes and saw off some cheeky jap-bikes with a 165mph blast… Brian didn’t notice because he was too busy cackling into his helmet while trying to pull wheelies in 6th… Sandy broke her land speed record when Eric signaled too calm down but she read the signal as a ‘gun it’ instruction… cruised into Magny Cours and found a nice calm camping spot… parked bikes in a line… pitched tents around them… Rob scared everybody by taking his shirt off… wandered into the village for a few beers… drunk beer… some more beer… had a look around the stalls selling BolDor stuff… back to bar for more beer… Rob bought an exceedingly dodgy blue sweat shirt… watched the stunt biking on the start/finish line… strolled back to camp at aprox midnight…y morning light… I was looking around trying to find which way the buggers were going, Cab was looking dark, menacing and determined, Brian didn’t care where he was going as long as he could hoik a few large ones on the way, Gary didn’t care where he was going as long as his engine didn’t explode on route and Rob was looking for a second breakfast as it had already been nearly 15 minutes since his last meal… off to Paris via a (*cough*) alternative route… arrived and assumed position sitting in access road that we were sure wouldn’t be used… we were wrong… met up with Eric (aka Jacque Cousteau) and his bird – Sandy… we were all impressed by Erics tres-bien silver 955i… flew down various N Roads… stopped for refuel/refreshments at a most excellent MAG type place… lots of high speed runs… Rob had a mad five minutes and saw off some cheeky jap-bikes with a 165mph blast… Brian didn’t notice because he was too busy cackling into his helmet while trying to pull wheelies in 6th… Sandy broke her land speed record when Eric signaled too calm down but she read the signal as a ‘gun it’ instruction… cruised into Magny Cours and found a nice calm camping spot… parked bikes in a line… pitched tents around them… Rob scared everybody by taking his shirt off… wandered into the village for a few beers… drunk beer… some more beer… had a look around the stalls selling BolDor stuff… back to bar for more beer… Rob bought an exceedingly dodgy blue sweat shirt… watched the stunt biking on the start/finish line… strolled back to camp at aprox midnight…