Chippy Run to Anstruther

An evening of
CHiPs, chips, chips and more chips.
It was a sunny summer evening as 8 of us gathered at Halbeath Park & Ride, bringing an interesting array of bikes with Ian-F900, Ewan-Tiger 900, Marcus-QJ600, TEC David-BMW400 Scooter, Peter-Himalayan 450, Mark Watson-1200GS, I was on the IronPig, and run leader Peter was on his BMW Mothership thingy.
CHiPs (California Highway Patrol).
I’m sure some of our more seasoned members will remember the series with motorcycle cops played by Erik Estrada and Larry Wilcox zooming all over sunny California with short sleeved shirts and shades. Well the weather ‘looked’ a bit Californian and I, and I suspect a few others, may have dressed a little too optimistically for a Scottish summer evening. However, I’m sure we all looked every bit as suave as these Hollywood actors, despite our goosebumps and runny noses.
Computer Chips.
6.30 saw us astride our bikes, eager to follow the Mothership and to boldly go where no biker has gone before. However, the Mothership stayed firmly on the launch pad as Peter wrestled valiantly with the cutting-edge guidance technology, crouched over the cockpit, his thumbs a blur of activity like a top class gamer trying to break his record score. Must have been the computer chips playing up, I’m sure it wasn’t user error.
Ian Ness had an idea where we were going and after discussion with Ground Control he agreed to lead off on one of the shuttle craft.
And we were off, threading our way through an almost mesmerising mix of rural and urban Fife. Somewhere around Lochgelly Peter must have received a software update from NASA as he was able to retake the lead role and thus the universe was restored to balance. I’d like to tell you all the places we went but all I know is, we were in Fife.
Stone Chips.
Somewhere close to our destination of Anstruther there was a lovely section of Twisties, we were just getting into a nice rhythm when mid corner my front wheel caught a wee pile of stone chips, pushing me wide on the corner. I thought for a moment I’d ‘had my chips’. Of course, I was in complete control and only moved out wide to warn those behind me of the danger.
Fish and Chips.
Finally the chips we’d all been waiting for. After negotiating more technology in the form of an electronic self-order board complete with ‘chip and pin’ payment, we sat on the benches by the harbour to enjoy our fish suppers. I thought I’d been very clever (ha ha, some chance) and I’d packed 2 cans of Sanpelegrino in a small cold bag with ice blocks. I wish it had been a flask of soup.
I headed straight home to Perth from Anstruther, hopefully everyone got home safely. Any incidents of note, just ‘chip in’ in the comments section.