A few nights ago I was invited to a bar near me that was trying to re-launch itself as ‘biker friendly’ and of course the way to do that was to invite local bikers for a ride out followed by a party.
I went along as it was a short walk from me and the thought of a party under the warm Spanish night sky, well would you rather be sitting in watching TV?
Now to be biker friendly you need to have plenty of parking, so the bar is just up a lane off a main road.
It was the old Cap Negret train station. Nowadays the trains all have ticket machines on them and a conductor, so there is no need for a train station at each stop.
Handy Hint
Just have some change handy and never expect the machine to cope with a 20 Euro note – a lesson I learned one day and then had to run to the station to get my change before the train departed and I would have to have waited another hour!
The company has sold off many of the properties and they have become bars.
This one also has a large car park on the other side of the road.
The front is decorated with tables and flowers and the back has been turned into a pretty courtyard with an open BBQ and oven, perfect for cooking up a welcome return meal for the bikers.
The ride – out started at 7 pm and the return was for 8 pm and the BBQ was stoked!
By 9 pm we were beginning to worry. The DJ was there trying to decide when to start thumping out the Rock music, whilst a few people in romantic twosomes were enjoying a quiet meal unaware that a rock party was due to start…….
The BBQ had been lit, put out, lit again. The DJ and his friends had been fed.
The romantic couples were beginning to get the message.
10pm, they returned. A bit late, but then this is Spain and time rules are different.
Bikes streamed up the road & into the front of the bar. More in the over spill car park.
Beautiful gleaming bikes and some great artwork.
Were the locals worried as to what would happen next, or was it accepted as Spanish party time? They were out on their steps or peering over the balconies at the noise and it was now time to get the party started.
Except for the pictures of the bikes to be taken, then the food to be finally served and drinks to be drunk.
It was Midnight before the music even got going and yet time for us to leave……………….
Not before the pictures of course.
A good evening and I have learned that if the party is due to start in Spain at 7 pm, then don’t turn up till Midnight!
Not some thing I am able to do when coping with my thyroid problem and the tiredness I get with it. My wonder drug Liothyronine tablets give me energy as I split the dose out throughout the day at 8 am, noon and 6 pm. This gives me energy till about 10 pm and then it’s bed time for me!
Guess it is all about balance, hope you find yours.
Gill Brookshaw - Recover your Life 
Its the normal thing unfortunatley with relying on bikers to be at somewhere at the allotted time. As you know yourself when your on the bike time litterly ‘flies’ by.
I agree that bikers are their own time keepers and I hope the restaurant guy has learned that lesson and cooks to order not to time!
Still it was a good evening into morning as the bikers left the restaurant about 4am! I know as they drove, in a pack past my flat.