Oy, what a day.
I’ve come about the knowledge that the camping gear may need to be dropped in favor of dumping weight, or simply just taking the bike back to Silverstone and getting a car. Going to think on it tonight and perhaps tomorrow. The way the gents at the bike hire shop initially set my gear upon the bike made it way too top heavy for me and so I dumped the bike right upon takeoff! That bruised my ego more than anything else. The bike is fantastic, but just at the edge of seat height, and then adding the gear weight to the bike is making it less manageable at lower speed than I feel comfortable with. Bummer. I’m wiped out. A bit nauseated, likely from the stress of it all, and just not sure what I’m going to do.
I ended up getting a GPS from the bike hire because my TEP Wireless days device and my phone were acting poorly and THANK GOD I did. Less stress. Then made it up to The Wishing Well Inn in Lincoln… They thought they had room, but then turned out that they didn’t. So, a half a pint of cider and a phone call to my mother later, I was given a name of an inn back in Toft from the nice gal in reception. She had actually taken pity on little me and called around for a room for me. I tipped her and went back out. Guess what? This place is at a golf course! Should’ve brought my clubs, and ditched the bike and camping idea!
Later, gator!
~g
GotR-GilliganOnTheRoad 
You go girl. Don’t be discouraged. Shit happens and guess what ? It makes for a great story later. That’s the fun and interesting part of the trip folks love to hear about. So keep strong my friend. You are a bad ass !!
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