25 /12 /08

Sad Bastards Rideout.Exclusive offer to those with no family or friends.:slight_smile:

Only open to those who PM us before 24.00hrs 23/12/08

This is one for the Scrooge Massive members only, meticulously planned all day ride avoiding coniferous areas and small children. Pagan yuletide sites a possible option. :wink:

I’d be very interested, if i didn’t have to have dinner with family:angry: At least io get to be scrooge.

By the shore of Gitche Gumee,By the shining Big-Sea-Water,At the doorway of his wigwam,In the pleasant Summer morning,Hiawatha stood and waited.All the air was full of freshness,All the earth was bright and joyous,And before him, through the sunshine,Westward toward the neighboring forestPassed in golden swarms the Ahmo,Passed the bees, the honey-makers,Burning, singing in the sunshine. Bright above him shone the heavens,Level spread the lake before him;From its bosom leaped the sturgeon,Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine;On its margin the great forestStood reflected in the water,Every tree-top had its shadow,Motionless beneath the water. From the brow of HiawathaGone was every trace of sorrow,As the fog from off the water,As the mist from off the meadow.With a smile of joy and triumph,With a look of exultation,As of one who in a visionSees what is to be, but is not,Stood and waited Hiawatha. Toward the sun his hands were lifted,Both the palms spread out against it,And between the parted fingersFell the sunshine on his features,Flecked with light his naked shoulders,As it falls and flecks an oak-treeThrough the rifted leaves and branches. O’er the water floating, flying,Something in the hazy distance,Something in the mists of morning,Loomed and lifted from the water,Now seemed floating, now seemed flying,Coming nearer, nearer, nearer. Was it Shingebis the diver?Or the pelican, the Shada? Or the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah?Or the white goose, Waw-be-wawa,/td> With the water dripping, flashing,From its glossy neck and feathers? It was neither goose nor diver,Neither pelican nor heron,O’er the water floating, flying,Through the shining mist of morning,But a birch canoe with paddles,Rising, sinking on the water,Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;And within it came a peopleFrom the distant land of Wabun,From the farthest realms of morningCame the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet,He the Priest of Prayer, the Pale-face,With his guides and his companions. And the noble Hiawatha,With his hands aloft extended,Held aloft in sign of welcome,Waited, full of exultation,Till the birch canoe with paddlesGrated on the shining pebbles, Stranded on the sandy margin,Till the Black-Robe chief, the Pale-face,With the cross upon his bosom,Landed on the sandy margin. Then the joyous HiawathaCried aloud and spake in this wise‘Beautiful is the sun, O strangers,When you come so far to see us!All our town in peace awaits you,All our doors stand open for you;You shall enter all our wigwams,For the heart’s right hand we give you. ‘Never bloomed the earth so gayly,Never shone the sun so brightly,As to-day they shine and blossomWhen you come so far to see us!Never was our lake so tranquil,Nor so free from rocks and sand-bars;For your birch canoe in passingHas removed both rock and sand-bar. ‘Never before had our tobaccoSuch a sweet and pleasant flavor,Never the broad leaves of our cornfieldsWere so beautiful to look on,As they seem to us this morning,When you come so far to see us!’ And the Black-Robe chief made answer,Stammered in his speech a little,Speaking words yet unfamiliar:‘Peace be with you, Hiawatha,Peace be with you and your people,Peace of prayer, and peace of pardon,Peace of Christ, and joy of Mary!’ Then the generous HiawathaLed the strangers to his wigwam,Seated them on skins of bison,Seated them on skins of ermine,And the careful old NokomisBrought them food in bowls of basswood,Water brought in birchen dippers,And the calumet, the peace-pipe,Filled and lighted for their smoking. All the old men of the village,All the warriors of the nation,All the Jossakeeds, the Prophets,The magicians, the Wabenos,And the Medicine-men, the Medas,Came to bid the strangers welcome;'It is well,’ they said, ‘O brothers, ’That you come so far to see us!’ In a circle round the doorway,With their pipes they sat in silence,Waiting to behold the strangers,Waiting to receive their message;Till the Black-Robe chief, the Pale-face,From the wigwam came to greet them,Stammering in his speech a little,Speaking words yet unfamiliar;‘It is well,’ they said, ‘O brother,That you come so far to see us!’ Then the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet,Told his message to the people,Told the purport of his mission,Told them of the Virgin Mary,And her blessed Son, the Saviour,How in distant lands and agesHe had lived on earth as we do;How he fasted, prayed, and labored;How the Jews, the tribe accursed,Mocked him, scourged him, crucified him;How he rose from where they laid him,Walked again with his disciples,And ascended into heaven, And the chiefs made answer, saying:‘We have listened to your message,We have heard your words of wisdom,We will think on what you tell us.It is well for us, O brothers,That you come so far to see us!’ Then they rose up and departedEach one homeward to his wigwam,To the young men and the womenTold the story of the strangersWhom the Master of Life had sent themFrom the shining land of Wabun. Heavy with the heat and silenceGrew the afternoon of Summer;With a drowsy sound the forestWhispered round the sultry wigwam,With a sound of sleep the waterRippled on the beach below it;From the cornfields shrill and ceaselessSang the grasshopper, Pah-puk-keena;And the guests of Hiawatha,Weary with the heat of Summer,Slumbered in the sultry wigwam. Slowly o’er the simmering landscapeFell the evening’s dusk and coolness,And the long and level sunbeamsShot their spears into the forest,Breaking through its shields of shadow,Rushed into each secret ambush,Searched each thicket, dingle, hollow;Still the guests of HiawathaSlumbered in the silent wigwam. From his place rose Hiawatha,Bade farewell to old Nokomis,Spake in whispers, spake in this wise,Did not wake the guests, that slumbered: ‘I am going, O Nokomis,’On a long and distant journey,To the portals of the Sunset,To the regions of the home-wind,Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin.But these guests I leave behind me,In your watch and ward I leave them;See that never harm comes near them,See that never fear molests them,Never danger nor suspicion,Never want of food or shelter,In the lodge of Hiawatha!’Forth into the village went he, Bade farewell to all the warriors,Bade farewell to all the young men,Spake persuading, spake in this wise: ‘I am going, O my people,On a long and distant journey;Many moons and many wintersWill have come, and will have vanished,Ere I come again to see you.But my guests I leave behind me;Listen to their words of wisdom,Listen to the truth they tell you,For the Master of Life has sent themFrom the land of light and morning!’ On the shore stood Hiawatha,Turned and waved his hand at parting;On the clear and luminous waterLaunched his birch canoe for sailing,From the pebbles of the marginShoved it forth into the water;Whispered to it, ‘Westward! Westward!’And with speed it darted forward. And the evening sun descendingSet the clouds on fire with redness,Burned the broad sky, like a prairie,Left upon the level waterOne long track and trail of splendor,Down whose stream, as down a river,Westward, westward HiawathaSailed into the fiery sunset,Sailed into the purple vapors,Sailed into the dusk of evening. And the people from the marginWatched him floating, rising, sinking.Till the birch canoe seemed liftedHigh into that sea of splendor,Till it sank into the vaporsLike the new moon slowly, slowlySinking in the purple distance. And they said ‘Farewell forever’Said ‘Farewell, O Hiawatha!’And the forests, dark and lonely,Moved through all their depths of darkness,Sighed, ‘Farewell, O Hiawatha!’And the waves upon the marginRising, rippling on the pebbles,Sobbed, ‘Farewell, O Hiawatha!’And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,From her haunts among the fen-lands,Screamed, ‘Farewell, O Hiawatha!’ Thus departed Hiawatha,Hiawatha the Beloved,In the glory of the sunset,In the purple mists of evening,To the regions of the home-wind,Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin,To the Islands of the Blessed,To the kingdom of Ponemah,To the land of the Hereafter!

Unfortunately I wont be able to make it, but would love to. You’r gonna have those roads all to yourselves!

maybe…wheer you going?

i dont celebrate xmas at all cos its shite…im gonna fuk it all off and dissapear on my bike. might meet up with you?

Not sure of the route yet - we’ll be in touch. Obviously weather dependent :slight_smile:

I had plans to go for a blast on xmas, sweet :smiley: Although I’ll be up around Shropshire though 'cos I’m going home for the holiday… Going to be staying as short a time as I can get away with though, and spend all my time with mates at the local pubs and clubs or out on my bike :smiley:
I don’t like xmas all that much :doze: Do enjoy your ride out though :stuck_out_tongue:

Im up for it! as i think will miggy??

we have no friends or family or love for xmas :D:D:D just bikes…

will let you know saturday night :wink:

We may have trouble finding a cup of tea that day but we might have some fun:)

wish i could make this but i’m on shift. boooooo :crazy:

That’s it then - you’ll have a kettle at the station, won’t you? And maybe a box of mince pies? We’ll come carol-singing:D

Not gonna post the rest of it up then js ?:w00t:

I’d have been up for this, but I’m on call. You’d be welcome to pop in for a cuppa if you head down this way tho. Freak my neighbours out again, just like the boxing day run a couple of years back…

It took us three evenings to read the rest of it, so maybe not:)

Thanks for the offer MS. We may need to discuss - see you Saturday:)

I will be spending xmas with my bike unfortunately not on the road though, gona strip her down and give her a good going over. Catch you all in the new year

OK, route planned, bit of a rehash of an old classic.North circ to Chiswick roundabout,

A4 then A30 to Basingstoke then B3400 to Andover

A303 to Stonehenge (short stop for pagan yuletide rites)

A306 to Devises then A361, Avebury, Wroughton, by-roads to join the M4

Refreshment stop at Membury services! (confirmed by Shirley)

A338 to Wantage (Woo Hoo !!!) - Zine you may recognise it from here on.

A417 to Goring then by-roads to Henley and back to London.

Meet and leave from the Esso station opposite the Ace at 11am prompt (this one is open for fuel and we should be able to get coffee there)

How many miles does that cover approximately?

225 miles ish

This is a fab idea… unfortunalty i’m on a CBR 125 :frowning:

Its all over the place… hopefully should fix her up before xmas.