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Who really cares, she’s already out of the league of the knuckledraggers on here

Not yet. Snow has cleared and it's warmer now though. Hope to get out a bit this coming weekend. Headed to California coast, Oregon and points between here and there on the 28th for my first trip of the year. Would be nice to ride a bit before then !

No, she doth drink from the furry cup

Coming to a beach near you soon Pedro and Sofia

He’s just a twat @Tym don’t be fooled.

For the first time this year I was able to leave the province of Granada! So I headed east and crossed into Murcia province and then north into Albacete province. The endpoint was an abandoned country estate in Albacete! Very remote location and the roads there were pretty rough most of the time.....but I don't let shit like that stop me! So here you go......this is Dark Motorcycling!

Went to buy oldschool flour at a classic windmill today, weather was shit, bike’s all muddy now

As the title suggests this is the same stuff I've posted over and over but today i was showing a couple of new guys to trail riding around not many photos i'm afraid. Started off by meeting in a layby near Barry which turned out to be notorious for dogging so much so they cut all the hedge rows and trees down so it was less concealed. what a fucking great place to meet 3 blokes I've never met before So when i arrived two are waiting i checks my phone and sees one has canceled due to the weather forecast being bad. I Introduces myself and has a chat to find out a bit about them, one bloke is about my age with some off road experience years ago but new to this bike and the other about 34 year old and only past his test 3 months ago but very keen, both on T7's their getting as common as the muck we'll be riding through today. I starts them off on a couple of lanes i know are tricky to see what i'm dealing with, first lane was a bit slow but ok, the second lane there's no sign of the youngster at the end so had to go back where i found him picking up the bike which turned out to be the second time. Third lane i decided to be a true general and lead from the rear and watch the carnage unfold. Fuck me the young lad clocked more time on his fairings then his tyres on this lane and dopey here buried his phone too deep to get any photos of it. Took these after what was about the fourth time he dropped the bike in the same lane I thought i'd get some video on this next lane which was easy at the start and finish but tricky in the middle. That's an old railway bridge in the photo and vid First off is the older bloke followed by the youngster you can see the difference in experience here Stops for a breather and a chat How can i describe this photo, two springer spaniels and a pug comes to mind lol From here it was up onto my local lanes on Eglwysilan mountain, that T7 sounds sweet And a rare vid with me in it Found something people don't usually dump there was about 14 plants in all After this the youngster bailed and headed home as he ditched the bike in a large puddle no damage but got a bit wet. the other lad was happy to carry on the next lanes were all gated which is a pain but gives me time to take a photo I shoots on ahead on the next lane to take some more video, heading into the Rhondda valleys here Stops for a chat on this one which is the golf course lane, where you ride right through the middle of it and end up with what should be familiar view on here now looking at the new bridge in Porth Last lane i have no photos of and no incidents other than the T7 rolling off the side stand when he was opening a gate, still amazed at how many don't put the bike in gear when pointing down hill no damage though. I'm impressed how much abuse the t7 took today with no damage other than scratches. The two lads were great company and will ride out with them again whether they want to ride with me is a different matter though

Started to strip the 650 to fit a new cam chain tonight as all the parts i needed turned up today Had to strip the carb off to get the rocker cover off which was a right pain on this bike this is how it looks at the moment when i took the clutch cover off i noticed a bit of black plasticky stuff. Couldn't work out what it was at first or where it come from but after taking the cam chain out i could see wear on the crank case from the chain and then the horror dawned on me bloody cam chain guide is worn out and that bit of plastic was the side of it. To change it the head has to come off so new head gasket as well as the two chain guides This is the old chain and and the bit of cam chain guide i found floating about. The chain is totally fucked i'm lucky it hasn't snapped So now i have to sit and wait for more parts before i can rebuild it

Nah, I'll be fine. Lots of saddle time never made me ache at all. Maybe all of the nerve endings in my butt cheeks are old and died off.

Finally had some decent weather over the weekend and I had to babysit the school's field as the girl's soccer team did their best to make a mess of it...

i wont flounce like you did butty.

I might choose to get my leg back................ BUT........................ what would be the point if I no longer had a bike to ride. I'm not feckin walking everywhere

I’d never heard the expression wank bank until I was at a dog show having a lovely conversation with Clare Balding. She took a couple of photos of me n my dog to post on channel 4s Crufts coverage which I didn’t think anything of until a ‘kind’ stranger swooped past while the photos were being taken (I assumed to photo bomb) and leaned in frighteningly close to say directly in my ear “that’s going straight in her wank bank.” Still makes me laugh now

Did you take the video yourself.

Thats @Slowlycatchymonkey coming out The Camden Palace at 5.30am after aving it large all night ....

Oh sweetheart bless your cottons, you wouldn’t last 5 4 3 2 1 30 seconds.

Will you fuck off with your self portraits.

Simple he turned into a twat.

Good to see you back Keith! You didn't miss much......nobody's flounced!

That's Dippers happy face.

You'll be aching! Funny.....we never used to ache when we were young!

About 9 years ago I won the contract to gut out a 4 unit warehouse building to turn it into one bit space. It had a mezzanine that you could only get to by using a ladder or forklift. There were 7 totally disassembled ZX7's sitting on pallets. It had been used by tj4 cops to store stolen property and they had left them after moving out. I called them and they told me to throw them out. I made a small fortune selling all the parts on Ebay . Australians love zx7s. I must gave shipped half if it there. All totaled I made close to 9 grand canuck from their laziness

i never knew she's a Doughnut Bumper.

I can't help you, but I feel for you @Slowlycatchymonkey, i'm fairly handy and can usually figure things out but not elecmatrickery, totally useless at it. apart from making sparks, I can do that!

not many about at the moment shaven ravers are all the rage

the jocks are all out of KILTer...

Absolutely, my wife took our son for his second jab on Saturday and they jabbed her as well, she came home quite shocked

Disrupting threads with discussions about Clare Balding's cock? Can somebody get pissed and send Six an Incomprehensible Warning PM for being a massive cunt. What you say Clive?

has Clare Balding got a cock then ?

Just offer a wage that decent people can get by on, then you can choose from a number of applicants and not to employ the chaff. Otherwise as now youre left with just dedicated people that see it as a vocation and the shite that can’t get employed elsewhere (admin usually).

Thanks @Tym was great to get away

Hollywoood!

Looks nice and green, nice views!

That was James in Brum complaining about the use of the word "gay"? He'd have a field day complaining about the words here then! The interaction between him and @Tym would be priceless!

Had a lovely ride on Bagheera yesterday. So nice to be warm again. Explored some new roads and just enjoyed being on the bike.

Some things are best kept to yourself, you should just stick to saying you have no mates.

I took a look and it seems like Blunder is deleting shit and laying the law down then? I liked your comment "You drunk again?" Good to see you calling it out for what it is.......took you long enough to grow a pair!

You cruel bugger , those bikes can't be more than a few months old The youngster will learn eventually , it's not all about using more and more throttle when the going gets sticky

His signature says "Please troll me"?

he makes himself a target , the twat.

Thats one way to go get bread and milk for @Earache And it would only take 5o minutes twos boots.

I hear the Scotts wanna flounce whats up with that? Should start calling them Scotchland i think they have had to much to drink.

I watched it when it started with William Hartnell! We all had toy Daleks back then!

Day 3 started a little cold and foggy, but dryish. Just next to the hotel a shop selling souvenirs had lots of toy sheep of many sizes for sale and seeing I had lost my fluffy friend in the Douro, it was the perfect opportunity to get a new travel companion. Firmly attached to the luggage she got and off we went to ride one of the most spectacular roads in Portugal. I have fond memories of it, the N231, because many moons ago the Portuguese Triumph Owners Club to which I belonged used to gather around here once a year and I joined them a couple of times. It is my favourite type of road, not too small, not too big, good markings and many, many corners varying from relatively tight to swiping, fat bends easy to push a little more. Having a look at a doggy while waiting for take away sandwiches. In these remote and isolated hamlets, with aging population, its many times hard to get a vet to come. Serendipity helped in this case!! While I was looking at google maps and wondering where to go, Pedro went a few kms away to put fuel on my motorcycle, he came back half an hour later grinning from ear to ear, and you could hear the Speed Triple arrive half a minute before appearing, there must be something to riding a bike weighting less than a full cow´s weight! This road connects Serra da Estrela to Serra do Açor, a mountain smaller in size and height, but with as strong character and peppered with little historical villages where houses are entirely made of schist ( a kind of slate ), crisscrossed by little rivers creating enchanting spots with large overhanging trees and a quaint feeling all round. Epic!! A little bit of Britain in the Portuguese moutains! We were on our way to one of these little villages. Possibly the most famous, perched on the side of the mountain called Piodão and reminiscent of a crib because of the harmonious way in which its houses are arranged in the form of an amphitheatre. At night, when the village´s lights are turned on, this picture is particularly magnificent. It is known as the Nativity of Portugal because it looks like, from a distance, as if someone was carefully placing the little houses as one does with a Nativity. The distinctive feature of this mountain village with its narrow winding streets is schist, a stone found in great abundance in the region and used to build the houses and pavements, forming a large patch of uniform colour, interrupted by the vivid blue of the windows or doors of some houses. This note of dissonant colour owes its origin to a practical consideration, for it is said that the only shop in the village had nothing but blue paint to sell, and in view of the village´s isolation it was not easy for people to travel anywhere else. It has in fact been this isolation and the difficulties in travelling elsewhere that have helped to preserve many of the characteristics of this ancient village intact. None of us had ever visited Piodão and Pedro was unaware of its existence, so it was a lovely journey of discovery for both of us. It is a special place indeed and we were fortunate to see it without the mass tourism that normally is found here. It was time for lunch, so we had our daily pic-nic at the monument dedicated to my favorite poet, the doctor that we had encountered in the Douro, remember? It was extraordinarily special to seat there, read his words and enjoy the absolute peace of that spot. And eat a great cheese sandwich!! Onwards to the South!! Very moody weather stayed with us while we descended via nice roads, more adequate for Pedro´s proficient riding than my current state of affairs!! Specially distracting with all the beautiful scenery, it was hard to concentrate on the tarmac when the view, the smells, the feeling of adventure were all so enticing!! A quick stop at a big dam´s view point, mesmerized us how it was mirroring the sky with its heavy dark clouds. It was reminiscing of Scotland once again! From there we followed Pedro´s route, planned specifically to avoid main roads and we entered the forest roads that had good tarmac and it was fun to surprise the loggers loading lorries, definitely not expecting motorbikes to appear round the corner! It was time for coffee and we stopped at the most quirky of places that was a grocery store, cafe/snack-bar and a hardware store! It was like the old Far West all you can sell place!! We were most amused. On this window one can find from left to right: mirror, hair bush, nail clippers, horn, digital calculator, engine spark plugs, watches, electric tape, razor, stick-on hangers, cork screws and leather belt. We were about to cross the Portuguese psychological border that divides North and South of the Country, going over the Tagus River. The place where this crossing is done is a geological marvel and is called “Doors of the Tagus”. On a previous trip by myself I found a tower and chapel at the top of one of the sides of the mini canyon that squeezes the river before it enlarges to become the biggest river in POrtugal. Pedro was keen to see it, albeit worried with my physical tiredness, but I insisted and we climbed again, yet another smooth and ribbon like road. He was most happy to get there and the mighty GS rode over all the steps to the derelict tower! One of these days I will write something about this tower and chapel, its very interesting History, but I know I am very boring!! It was at this magical border we said goodbye to the stony landscape, the brutal rock faces, the harsh weather and difficult conditions that makes for tough people, harden by the environment. Now the land would go flat, undulating like a savanna, covered in cork tree oaks and large views ahead. Big, big skies awaited us and apart from the last 20 minutes of riding to the hotel, no more rain!! We stayed in one of Pedro´s favourite places, an old convent converted to be a hotel, full of charm and comfort. Like him, I think I fell in love with the place! Diner was at a typical local restaurant with a surprise for Pedro, that ate "brains" but it was actually just bread and kidney cooked in a way that looked like brain and came inside a whole bread pretending to be the skull. He was very disappointed with all the pretense and really wanted an Anibal Lecter moment I just had soup. i say soup, but its much more then the combination of its parts! There was garlic, salted cod, egg and bread, but this list is worked with a sprinkle of mgic to become simply delish!! Before bed a little extra!

let me be the judge of that , any pics ?

Hi @Swagman! Hope you are having a nice 'Oliday!