But heres a few places we frequent on our more sober nights.
Sometimes used as an actual thinking spot. Sometimes used as a springboard onto other places when we cannot come to a democratic solution as to where to go. Located on the 'ped bridge overlooking the old Wall's plant (Now Unilever, they make fucking pot noodles).
For some goddamn reason beyond me they've allowed the dickhead farmer to tear the shit out of the field on the way up to the hill. We usually go the backway in up through the side and through the darkness and forest. Highly recommended to be rode at night, without lights or full grasp of your bodily functions.
Not a destination really, more like a target. A couple of times we have all got it into our ideas that Dursley is a sensibile and viable ride at 2am but we usually seem to drift pass it one way or another. Sitting on a hill and seeing the severn bridge out to the front of your view you have to stop and fucking wonder how far you've ridden in 4 hours. One day we'll go knock on Beeston's house at 6am and surprise him proper, not meet him on the bypass on his way to work.
The council has poured shitloads of our dosh into the docks. But the last couple of years they've decided to spend it on refurbishing and revamping the docks into something presentable and habitable. Massive neon lights and massive midnight riverside mashing. M.
Fuck me sideways I have no idea what happened here. We ride off in the direction of Cheltenham via churchdown and end the night in a field next to a M.O.D. base that we cant find on the map. Loads of us went that night and almost all of us didnt come back. Its a pentagram-powered miracle that we found our way back from that godforsaken village of the damned.
If there is any astrological event going on or if its a good night for it this field in hempstead village is perfect for stargazing and bifterblazing. Several fucked up nights have taken place near or adjacent to that field. Marching fog and playing chicken with fully grown bulls.
She brings the oil, we bring the sausages.
The only problem with that is you have to know your 24-hour stores. Of which we have our favourites:
*BUDGENS overpriced but always open. Their cheap cola is the dogs veg.
*ASDA open during the week, #1 in my book 'cus all their cheap stuff tastes bombastic.
*TESCO can suck my ass but if its close you gotta make do.
We have been the first people into local shops at 5am before in some butthole village in the styx. Those people look at you like you're the devil, but damn you even the devil needs his cola and crisps. You must deliver. Its a shame there isnt more places open 24 hours. Half the time we have to make do with some crap texaco/elf petrol station and talk to some cripple through a window.