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I will kick this off with my grandfather, this was either taken in Kent or in Hungary, him and my grandmother used to travel around by outfit on holiday fruit picking My father at Roseberry Topping, don't ask what is on his head.

despite having read various members inane babbels and rambling misconceptions of what defines a "biker" or not and what constitutes an "adventure" or not, I think I might have found the definitive answer to the definition of "adventure" riding. credit where credit is due, I stole this from the H.U. faceburke page and thought it might amuse

Wow, you two posted more in the last few minutes then since y;all signed up 's

managed to wrangle a couple of hours off this afternoon and as it was only 25 odd degrees rather than the 35 odd we had earlier in the week I went for a short ride to explore a trail I had started discovered but not explored along by the river a while ago. it starts with a poorly paved road down to the river north of Joigny and the trail proper starts here someone was water skiing on the river a bit of limbo dancing allowed us under this one but the trail was getting narrower and gnarlier I was beginning to wonder how wise it was to continue on, taking into account that i'm alone, running road tyres ( ok it's dry so that's not reeeely an issue, but still...) i have a fucked back, left shoulder and left knee... i don't know if I'm even still capable of picking tigger up if I drop her. well that answers that question, I don't think I can get under that one Nope definately not. I did think about how to do it but before tring I walked forward a few hunderd meters to see if the trail opened out further down or not, and came across this and no sign of widening now I know Fred would have had a saw with him to clear the path ( there's also a potentially live electric cable to deal with...) and Bob would have fitted under anyway but given my lack of ability and knowledge my only reasonable choice was a turnaround. "Oh Cock" you might be able to make out from the above pic that the path is not wide, there's the river on one side and a large ditch on the other. How the F am I going to turn Tigger round? I had a long hard think about this cos I couldn't aford to get it wrong and would only have one shot, and didn't want to risk my back or shoulder which are, (quite seriously for a moment) dangerously close to rupture. Jacket, tank bag helmet and gloves were hung on a tree and I pushed the bike back about a meter or so where the path was marginally wider and a tree growing outwards from the river bank lessened the chances of throwing the thing in the river. with some pushing and pulling I managed to more or less spin the bike on it's side stand ( took 3 or 4 goes as it kept sinking in the ground and had to be repositioned each time) and after not a little sweating and grunting we got turned around and i rode out to a wider grassy section having cooled down I had a plaisant bimble back to the road and tus home via an easy trail shortcut that i know and love, as a reward for not having drowned us both in the river, and having taught tigger how to spin on her sidestand, trick which I've seen but never tried before. a couple of hours out in all and about 20 km off road I guess.

Great idea for a thread @Buckster! Nobody in my family ever rode motorcycles........I was the first! My old girl was disgusted by it.......but then she was disgusted by everything I did as I recall! So the only family pics I have with bikes are with sons......and as you know I have a wide selection by different females to choose from! Yes @Buckster........I fornicated throughout the 70's, 80's, and 90's! In fact my DNA trail now stretches from the UK to the Netherlands and right across to Eastern Poland near the Ukraine border! Anyway here's son number 1 (Paul.....who's now 43) in 1978. Here's Paul again in 1981...... And here's son number 5 (Scott.....who's now 30) in 2004.

Drug running using the family as cover

I passed O Level RI in 1970........but I can't remember anything in the syllabus relating to Blowjob bans! I remember something about not coveting your neighbour's ass.....but that's about it.

My two wheel life started shortly after seeing on any sunday during a school trip to see a movie, me and my friends found parts of brothers motorcyles and made our own. I think one maybe worked kinda

We used to have a bloke come out with us green laning, he was known as Witham Porno Man, because of where he lived and what he did for a living. He could turn his bike by doing a rear wheel burn out and turning on the spot. We used to moan at him about making us look like hooligans in front of the public and then all try it secretly when he wasn't there. All we ever managed was to fall over side ways as one foot would get more and more twisted until we lost our balance. The swine could do it on a road bike as well.

No ancestors of mine rode motorcycles, got no offspring and probably will never have any, so it starts and ends here. Couple of stories though, my grandad once got the clap while in the army driving trucks (he didn't get the clap actually driving the trucks, more likely on a stop somewhere ) , and they lent him a service motorcycle to go the pharmacy to buy penicillin, army base was in Alentejo quite far from a town. He learned to ride a motorcycle that day, right before riding it through a fence. He didn't ride anymore, and didn't get penicillin that day either My girlfriend, Maria, remembering how to ride on her CRF230, she much rather preferred touring with me on the GS, though, but we had fun on the dirt bikes as well.

You've got a Harley though haven't you, I think Pete meant from a girl.?

My CRF1000 is the first bike that I've owned with ABS or traction control, loads of people moan about the TC being too intrusive when it first came out and turn it off. I don't know how their riding but i have never felt it intrude where it shouldn't but it has taken the wind out of my sails a few times when trying to get some air over a humped back bridge or when trying to impress some chicks with a wheelie that never happened lol. Personally if i could of got the bike without it all i would have but the non ABS model didn't come to the UK

2004.....Devil's Bridge, Mid Wales.

Well, lets get back on topic, nobody can tell me someone with abs is a better rider. Last thing im doing is freaking situps, exercise is worse then wetness imho

He was a US President so he is incompetent when it comes to talking about .... well just about anything.

I feel sadness for your KLR @Tym, the thought of a KLR that doesn't get wet and dirty makes me feel like throwing mud chunks at you.....or pushing you in a puddle, you see what you are doing, I'm losing it here at this non logicalness and becoming violent..... ?

We want photos of this shit or it didn't happen.

This was my "scrambler" 40 years ago.....but mine was silver!

Where's the "Did it break down?" option for the Beemers?

I love it, "did you die?": not a good adventure!

This is their zodiac sign! Water kills motorcycles!

you should see some of the stoopid places I got to with the transalp... but it was lighter, less pwerful and specifically MUCH less expensive in case of damage...I'm still being careful with this one, and haven't mastered it off road yet ( I had the transalp for 17 years and 120 odd thousand km's...)

This is only important to very sick mentally ill people, ride when its wet!?! FFS! @XTreme, what do you say about this?

Custom leather Mernickle holsters take 6 weeks to make! Poop!

If they're really custom built for you, 6 weeks between order and shipment seems quite quick to me.

I had to get a new seat for my KTM after he sat on it.

Surely a vibrating dildo would have done the job. Watertight too.

You have the legacy for sure Ian! But none of my five are interested in bikes.......so the gene that first manifested itself within me skipped the the next generation. I'll openly admit that I didn't encourage it though. Hypocritical I know......but I've been lucky, they may not have been. However my eldest grandson in Poland is REALLY into bikes and trains. So if the gene has lived on.....it's in him!

It's okay to covet your neighbours ass if you ride a Honda.

They're old tech, slow, and boring.......but you'll never kill one!

Not according to Bill Clinton.

With me it was seeing the Rockers and their bikes in Swansea Fairground throughout the Summer of 64......I was 10. As I was always there they'd all chip in a few bob for me to watch their bikes for them......and to sound the alarm if anybody (like Mods) got too close. A couple of them even let me sit on their bikes at different times......and that was pretty much it. I was hooked. I then used to watch the motorcycle racing on Saturday afternoons on World of Sport (or it might have been Grandstand)........always supporting Bill Ivy! Took me until 71 when I left school to be able to get the money together to get something....22 quid for a TV175 Lambretta! But it was a start. And 50 years later (inside) I still identify as a Rocker/Greaser. Because when you learn your trade within that mindset/culture it never leaves you. Yes....I ride an "adventure" parts bin special......and I do a damn sight more with it than the adventure poseurs and hipsters do with their cutting edge shit. But I'm still a Rocker/Greaser! So is @Renegade........but he's a toothless one!

No worries at my age time goes fast.

I said "Scramblers".......you must have just missed out on that era by a couple of years.

I have done that on the XR a few times, only on dirt obviously. I would be happy to try on a big bike, and I think I could do it on a gs, but not going to try it on my own bike

There are those who choose to take their bikes down Death and Dismemberment Boulevard Tym!

Brilliant! ? I just cringe at this "Adventure" word.......but that's the word that it's become necessary to use for a site like this. Go back before Long Way Round and we used the term DualSport......which I much prefer. And if you went long distance back then it was classed as Touring. Now it's all "Adventure" Well I don't see much "Adventure" going on round this way.......yet the area itself is made for it. The only one that I know of besides myself who ends up in bizarre, obscure locations is a Spanish FB friend of mine (Diego) in Murcia......he's another old guy and he rides a very old F650GS. I do see armies of dustbin-clad Beemers sitting outside restaurants all day though!

done plenty more silly stuff over the years with the tralp Fred, but still building confidence with the Tiger off road, I find the throttle over sensitive and dosing it is less evident thaan the old tralp ( there's also twice the hp to deal with) and it's heavier, but I'm getting there.

Me and @Sofia went for a ride today, around some of the roads where I learned how to ride a bike when I had my 650 Transalp a few years ago. Didn't take many pictures, though, so here they are Arouca is a town that has a typical breed of cows, they grow slowly but their meat is very tasty, a lot of them roam the hills freely, most of the time keeping to themselves but often laying on the road for a nap, and since they're so big that can be pretty funny. Visiting this place and not meeting an Arouquesa is just not the same, here is one quite curious about the bikes. stopped at a nice spot near Portal do Inferno (translated Gateway to Hell), where you get views on both sides of the road: And having lunch at São Pedro do Sul, under a refreshing shade on a warm afternoon.

dunno if it's a GR Bob, It was once the river towpath I think, but obviously fell into disuse and unmaintained about 80 years ago, I expect cyclists, fishermen and dog walkers keep it as it is now ( that's why I only explore like this on weekdays cos weekends would probably get confrontational, whereas today I saw no one...

Brilliant Chris! I know it's hard going when you've got to try and turn a bloody heavy bike round in a narrow spot......I've had to do it a few times.

This is why everytime a girl brings me a beer,cooks dinner and does the wash without being asked i say thank you.

Hate to break it to you boys, but it's not WHAT you are riding, it's HOW you ride it, just say'n..... ??

I think it was the promise of all that sex. He just didnt realize he was a receiver.

Just can't hit'em....

I used to love Jim Davidson until he started apologising for everything

I don't know how to break this to you Yen.......but me and Windsor Davies are not the only ones with Welsh accents. There are a few others scattered round the place! The number of times when I was in England I'd get some dumb Hanoverian asking me if I knew somebody that he once knew......who happened to be Welsh! Like there's only about a dozen of us in the whole country and we all fucking know each other! I bet you now that the other Welsh boys have had the same!