Motorcycle Explorer December 2014 Issue 3 | Page 55

In Search of Medication
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flinched. Then we set off in search of a campsite
and I discovered, time and again, how little ground
clearance his exhaust had.
The little harbour in the middle of Honfleur is the
ideal place to relax with a bottle of wine
ith the end of our journey little more
(assuming you still have one) and while away a
than 100 miles away, we pulled into a campsite
few lazy hours at the end of a long day. The town
just outside of Honfleur, a pretty little harbour
itself is very old and very beautiful, but truth be
town eight painful hours north of Millau. An
told, we were both too tired and too sore for
administrative error/gross stupidity on our part
anything more than a token gesture towards
had resulted in us mixing up the ferry dates and
tourism. We had a quick wander around, stopping
we’d discovered with considerable dismay that we to admire the rickety charm of the church of Saint-
had to be at Calais a day earlier than we’d
Catherine, a 15th century construction with a
planned. By the time we passed Paris I was in
rather precarious bell tower placed atop it. We
agony and, as a consequence of the Marauder’s
took a few photos, out of politeness as much as
laid back riding position, Bob’s arms were visibly
anything, but quickly decided that beer and pizza
longer than when we’d set out that morning.
should take precedence over culture and history.
So we spent what remained of the evening holed
At the final fuel stop of the day we’d both agreed
up in various bars, struggling to determine which
a change would do us good. I’d hobbled aboard
of several large drinks provided the most
the low slung seat of the cruiser, slightly mortified effective medicinal qualities.
that my sole experience of the punchy V-twin was
going to be as a make-shift stretcher. On the other The next morning we threw our kit together and
side of the forecourt Bob threw a leg over t