Wow two postings in a day, you’re either very lucky or very not, like we care 🙂
And here is the Maiden Tokyo that will be whisking us to Chicago.
Catch you in 8 hours. A big hi to the Finks, looking for to catching up real soon.
Route66
66 is Here, Almost
Lovely evening at the Crowne Plaza Manchester Airport with some really nice food, nice company and a little falling down juice.
After another early start (5am), we are all checked in (our combined luggage was 13kg, an absolute first for Mrs Fogg). Off to that there London on the new internal Virgin flight “Little Red”, without any of their own planes, so it’s run by Air Fungus or “Little Green”.
And sat at the gate an attendant came to ask if our hand luggage had need tagged (a little sticker), no but why do we need it asks Mrs Fogg, “to show its been tagged”. That answers that then!
Yee Haa.
Luggage?? Pah!!
Who needs lots of luggage on holiday? certainly not us when we know we’ll have two small panniers and a top box on a Harley DynaGlide bike. So this is our teeny packs for the three week holiday.
Five tee shirts each, one pair of bike trousers and that’s pretty much it, as well as two bike helmets. So here’s to Febreeze and Laundromats!
Counting down to the flight…..
Leaving on a Jet Plane
And here we are waiting for a shuttle bus to take us to the hotel for the night, after our late start with the flat tyre. Mrs Fogg’s car actually needed two new tyres on account of how much rubber she burns!
An all too short catch up with the Caddies before we set off. Next stop feeding Mrs Fogg, early night then off to Heathrow bright and early. 745 to London then 11am to Chicago.
Almost There
Here she is, almost ready for the scariest ride of her life with R66 Tee and biker jacket.
Only 3 days to go, oh my
Shoot – ask us if we are ready?
Only 8 days left and stacks of work to get sorted before our Route 66 trip. Mrs Fogg is winging it this time with next to no accommodation booked and naff all planning done (this will be an experience).
Between the two of us I’m sure we’ll sort it. A chance to chill and see the open road, alternatively we could end up at the Bates motel, with us covered in dead flies and soaked to the skin, just dreaming of warm clothes and a comfy bed.
Now if that hasn’t put Mrs Fogg off, I don’t know what will, maybe a CB Radio and a handle of Candy Cane, oops.
21 to 66
Oh my gosh, only 21 days to go until our 2,500 mile journey starts (yes this is a self photo of me and the biker babe!).
In preparation for our tour I took the Fogg Hog out with the Mrs on the back in her biker babe gear, after grumbling it was too cold to go in the rain. Blow me she actually enjoyed it, practising hand signals (2 shoulder taps mean stop, 1 punch to the head means I ignored the first request). Unfortunately it then took 3.5 hours to get the mud off and polish the Hog.
All we gotta do now is get our limited clothing ready (a small ruck sack each only), finish planning where we are actually going and try to leave our jobs in a position to tick over.
There will be daily blogs while we are there of all the things Mrs Fogg wanted to go see and how many punches to the head I got!