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Cheers Fred. Apart from my family, motorcycles are what keeps me going, the commeraderie amongst bikers is like no other group of people.

Thanks to TrumpsBucks™, i had the spare dosh to replace my broken motorcycle lift with this air/hyd version, should be here tuesday Tick here!!!!!

December 1981........I hit a patch of black ice doing about 70 on a country road approaching Lampeter in Mid Wales at about 7.30AM in the morning. Car went sideways up the road for about 100 yards till it impaled itself onto the main pole in a petrol station forecourt. The guy came running out of the office and said......"This is exactly what happened on an episode of Quincy last night".

The thought of that moment for you has me welling up a bit here Bob for some reason, it must have been a great feeling, i will say you ride a lot better on the trails then most of my two legged friends it certainly doesn't hold you back ?

.......and we're in second position of the search results for "Adventure Motorcycle Forum" on Bing. Google is a tougher nut to crack.......but we're now up to Page 4 there. So if you can get the word out, or get links on other sites if possible? ?

.......normal service will be resumed on Monday! Get ready for more pitiful displays of Namby Pamby Riding like this! Just remember that the only good moisture is vaginal!

June 2019, I'm in the Algarve and it's a warm night. I need groceries so decide to take the bike and my backpack, go have a pizza and then to the supermarket. As I am leaving I remember I forgot the backpack and go back inside for it, then on the way to the restaurant riding down an avenue on shorts and tshirt at 21:00 I am thinking: "man, summer evenings here sure are great, such warm air all over your body, I can't even tell I'm wearing my helmet" and as I am parking the bike and walking to the pizza place I go to take the helmet strap off and there you go, forgot my helmet at home. I was sober! I would need to ride past a police station to go home, which I don't have the nerve to do as riding with no helmet gets your license taken away, so after dinner I walk back to get the helmet like a twat.

Yeah, seen it. It's a good review that covers the strong points of the Himalayan. I've had some trouble with it, but a lot of it is down to me. I was never one for doing the difficult servicing tasks and decided that on the Himalayan I'd start. Slowly I've got to grips with it and sorted out the problems. I'm really enjoying this bike. It's a change for sure, but a good one.

Just one problem, after all those great pics, i want to throw away all my camera's and just be like Uncle Buck! lol

Turns out it sucks not having one.

Explains all the old medical grade masks and gloves strewn about...lol

Billy and Jim, the top of Engineer Pass........

(well, just accidentally lost some paragraphs and i'm too tired to rewrite. so, just look at the pics and see how much fun we had in the snow). GSs make rally good snow machines So, this one almost went for a 1000 foot free ride to the bottom. After this happened, we formed up along the edge to tackle anyone else trying the shortcut into the snow bank on the left. Several other passes were ridden on our way south to Lake City. Lake City is the eastern side of the Alpine Loop and has a great restaurant ran by a Polish, or Slovakian couple. Great food, great beer. A must do, if the Covid panic hasnt put them out of business. Packer Saloon and Cannibal Grill. Named in honor of a Cannibal who once roamed the area! ? We played in the mountains for a couple of days, with our grand finale planned to be Imogene Pass - 13000 feet! Jim had let us know that he was carrying Billy's ashes and wanted to spread them on top of Imogene. I can understand why. This pass looks down on Telluride to the south, and Ridgway to the north. It is a beautiful place. But, first, you have to ride a 700lb bike to the top. Oh, and this time in the rain. We entered from Ouray side, crossing several water crossings before heading up the steep part. Bip and I had gotten out in front and were waiting at the top for the others to catch up. When the lightning started, we figured it might be prudent to diver over the side and lay on the slope as flat as we can be! At 13,000 feet, there is no protection from the weather. However, at 13,000 feet they CAN hear you scream. Eventually the rest of the group caught up, but instead of stopping, charged over the hill down the Telluride side. No one else wanted to watch the light show. We regrouped a couple of miles down from the top, licking the wounds of the bike carnage and trying to dry out. It was at this time we looked back up at the top, and the sun was out and the clouds disappearing. However, Jim decided spreading Billy's ashes would have to wait. The group continued on down to Telluride for the traditional pizza lunch before splitting up. After eating, the group separated into three parties, one headed back to SoCal, one headed back to Big John's, as his bike was not going to make it to Louisiana. The other three guys from back east decided to try again the next day to spread Billy's ashes. The ended up back on top of Engineer's Pass, finding a little point where Jim had a moment with his friend.

Nor have they to you. Your testes have shrunk to the point that you benched your two wheels for some dinghy you lay about in the pond in ?

My memorable motorcycling moment came in April 2002. On that day I rode a trail bike again , minus half of my left leg. I had no idea when I set off that morning wether I'd still be able to ride on rough surfaces, wether I'd be able to balance, change gear and lots of other things that were going through my head. When I got back from that ride you couldn't wipe the grin from my face for days ?

My T will say, I drank all through the pandemic.

Here's a true story Dave! When I came over here in October 2005 I needed to return the hire car back to the UK. Got lost somewhere in France in the early hours of the morning and stopped at a service area to get directions. The cafe was full of truckers and I tried my best to get across that i needed to get back to Britain. They weren't remotely interested in helping me. Then thinking back to French I did in school I remembered "Pays de Galles" (Wales) and told them I was from there. Total change! They all wanted to shake my hand and buy me coffee. A few of them could even speak decent English and were telling me about how welcome they were made in Cardiff when they went there for the rugby. They fucking loved the Welsh! Eventually one of them said to follow him and he got me back on the motorway. Now I'm not saying it's a disadvantage being English.......it's more a case of having an advantage if you're not!

Just affect a French accent and they'll roll out the red carpet

Be nice to the English!

Not all cars are equal............... https://www.parkers.co.uk/honda/legend/saloon-2006/car-tax/