). In my yoof I wasted/enjoyed time playing text-based computer adventure games in which you had no idea where you'd end up next. And none of this graphical stuff, you had to use your imagination.Long-suffering Boners know that Reg always drones on about not being keen on fixed pre-set "Routes" or timings. Well I figured it's money-where-mouth-is time, and time to shake things up a bit, with a little minimally-planned adventure. Don't see why I should have to do all the work though, so I'm afraid this will involve the dreaded.... yes..... audience participation. Obviously most of us shy retiring Boners hate that type of thing but there we go. The "a volunteer please to assist me on stage" spotlight is one of my worst nightmares.
Next Thursday 28th I'll be on July's BaM, but when I set off I'll have no idea at all what the route is or where I'll bivvy, because you lovely Boners will hopefully make it up for me as I go along. The only request I have is that I choose the start point and time, which won't be anywhere near my local area. But... I won't be divulging the location of that start point, what jinks eh
.Every so often (maybe at fixed times? Dunno yet, open to ideas) I'll stop and offer several random directions of where I could go next, maybe based on compass points or features or pubs/cafes or tussocks or whatever. First reply and choice from Here is where I go next. Naturally I'm expecting you to choose the nastiest-sounding option each time - so maybe I'll decorate my descriptions with bluffs or double-bluffs
. I'll snooze and await responses for a while at each spot, but move on if nobody can be arsed to join in.Of course this is all tempting fate and will go horribly wrong (phone signal!), and to work it needs folks to chip in, but, hey, this is punk-rock biking.
If I haven't bottled it by then, more info before next Thursday. I'll be standing at the end of a road before a small brick building....
R
Total shambles probably/hopefully 
