Once again, Bob, Bonzo and Ray loaded up the bikes and headed south in search of something. Nobody had thought to establish what that something actually was before leaving, which, with hindsight, may have been the first mistake.
France came and went in the usual fashion: long straight roads, overpriced fuel, and lunch stops where the kitchen had inexplicably closed four minutes before arrival. Still no sign of the something. The search continued into Spain, where the roads improved, the weather improved, and the coffee improved, though the something remained stubbornly elusive.
There were mountains. There were hairpins. There was at least one navigational decision that seemed inspired at the time and less so forty minutes later. There were evenings spent reviewing the day’s progress over food and drink, during which everyone agreed the search was going well, despite a complete absence of evidence to support this.
In the end, they never did find it. Whatever it was. But several hundred miles, a good deal of laughter and one memory card full of photos later, it was generally agreed that not finding it had been well worth the trip. The search, presumably, will resume next year.
The photographic evidence is below.
