Set off after MotoGP, and immediately ignored the GPS (cos it reckoned the best way to the M1 was up the M11, and round the M25 - stupid thing) Obviously, the best way is into the City, up Commercial St, then up the Holloway Road. Simple. Well, it was until Archway. Due to (as it turned out) busses turning right at the Woodlander pub, nothing could get up the inside because the bus lane isn't in operation at the weekend, so it's used as a carpark. A quarter of an hour from Archway station, to the arch itself. When the traffic subsided, I gave the Wing a little blat to get the temp needle out of the red triangle, and then filled up at Scratch^W London Gateway services. 125.9p! M1 was shockingly slow to J10, then sped up to J14, where I turned off. At this point I was 40 minutes behind schedule. On the A509 I got to positioning my feet wide on the pegs, so that I could fell like a riding God, what with dragging the outside of my trainer on the tarmac when negotiating roundabouts, even at my pace. Doing so whilst depositing the front wheel into a pothole brought that experiment to an abrupt end, while I still had a full compliment of toes. The churchyard cross at Gt Doddington was easily found, so I had a ciggie, and set off for Keysoe. Easy. Took a piccie of the Bier House (where they stored coffins in the olden days), then set off south to Schloss Bonwick. Arrived about five minutes after A&A, then drank coffee in the garden while Andy showed me how his little tool worked, and Adie completed a couple of laps with the lawnmower. Coffee drunk, fag smoked, lawn mowed, and I was off home. A1 was busy but flowing, as was the M25/M11. For a lovely roast dinner, which was a pleasant surprise. Oakleys (M-frames) fit snugly inside the new lid, and are very comfy too boot. Now, thanks to Andy, I might just be able to take the CBX to Chimay - it will be asking a lot of the USPS though.