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Honestly when you look at this pic and your eyes settle on that tiny dot is there anything else worth looking at?

come on ..... who else thought Harley meet

No, just a complete gay boy

It’ll be more like this

In that case I suggest you use her..............

Tomato season is on its way

New Harley dealership?

I don’t think it does, it’s 2022

cunts

@Sofiatook the pictures, small cafe's owner's grandson decided to try the GS on for size, did great except reaching the floor

Had the whole day to myself and nothing really to do, weather is warming up but at the same time woke up to a very windy morning. Not wanting to go on a big ride, I decided to go and explore an area close to home with which I was not familiar at all. First a stop by the Dainese shop to research on my next winter jacket, and a little expresso as you do Continued on and stopped near some horses to check navigation. They were mostly very young and mares, some of them still looked pregnant. As soon as I shut the bike down they got curious After a few words they came to say hello from up close, some of the mothers not letting the little ones explore their curiosity It's a nice road, the N114 between Santarém and Rio Maior, check google maps if you want Got off the main road and did a little detour to visit Azambujeira: Azambujeira is a really old village, it was started in 1633 and was head of the municipality until 1836. By 1836 the council was merged with Rio Maior which is a proper big town. Azambujeira has been refreshed and is kept in pristine condition, which is nice to see in an area with sometimes forgotten villages and decaying places. The house of an old important lord, rebuilt and kept looking original, now a small museum, it was closed The Junta de Freguesia is the equivalent to the town hall for small villages, next to it there's a memorial to fallen men from here that died overseas in the colonial war, big numbers for a small town. It's a small unassuming place but having such clean houses and long history, it was a pleasure to visit. Thinking of @yen_powell, I decided to check out the cemetery before leaving. It was next to a field with old cars that makes you think time has stood still since the 70s: I suppose it must only open on weekends: Painter was probably thinking Jesus hit the gym a lot, the Romans couldn't believe how ripped he was as he came back to life Back on the road for not more than 5km and I stop again, this time to see a special looking church. This tower was built by moors at an uncertain time, estimated around 1100, next to which the church was built while at the same time not really absorbing it but instead helping to preserve it. I like that, it's a cool place to visit. Continuing with the theme, I checked the cemetery, it is something I usually don't do but it was just there behind the tower. Somehow I went from not really caring about taking pictures for a ride report of a little ride near home to full on ride report mode The writing on one of the above picture's graves, with the flower closer to the bottom right of the picture reminded me that a cemetery is not just another touristy location and brought spirits to a more serious note, it says: "here sleeps the eternal sleep the little boy Luis Miguel dos Santos Silva, born 10.3.1973 and passed 20.3.1977, the next poem rhymes in Portuguese: dear son of my soul, your body I come to visit, you suffered so much in the world, and I couldn't save you." After a sobering moment I went back to the bike. By now I was a bit hungry and looking for a spot to have lunch, took a GS'y road heading for another little village, this one with a couple of open eateries Parked in the shade in a place that seems to be preparing for popular festivities, and sat outside after ordering a steak. Lunch was a real surprise, I was hoping for a simple pork sandwich or something simple like that but the day's special was "alcatra" steak with pepper sauce. I just looked it up because I am considerate like that and you call it rump steak in English, it turned out to be an amazing meal, with some local olives to start, a good steak with some delicious whiskey and pepper sauce, and the best chips I remember eating. The people managing the place were super friendly, and I'll surely come back often. After lunch I had a short walk around the village centre. Heading out towards home with another stop on the way. It was starting to get a little warm at almost 2pm. not more than 15 minutes later, stopped at Manique do Intendente to look at a decaying palace. The Palace of Pina Manique has an interesting story as it was never finished. On the center you see a chapel that is the only really finished part of it. Pina Manique is the name of the Intendente who planned on building and started with it in 1773. An Intendente is a sort of representative to the king, that acts on the king's behalf sorting all kinds of matters. When Diogo Inácio de Pina Manique's career went wrong and he no longer was the king's Intendente he ran out of funds to build it, and that was it. The rest of the town kind of echoes that mood too. Current inhabitants of the palace are mostly pigeons, plus some lost soul that probably uses an old mattress I spotted inside next to a couple of chairs. Moving off I stopped by a nature reserve, there is no big river flowing through but a series of small streams create this series of ponds that were used for ages as a means of flooding farming fields thus making them good for farming in a place with typically dry weather. It's very rich on wildlife, mainly birds, but the current draught isn't being kind to the Paúl de Manique do Intendente: It has looked like this: Let's hope for plenty of rain in the winter and a more uplifting visit next year... the entrance to it is looking properly sad and abandoned, I guess that's one way to keep the wildlife unbothered Overall, I think I never got more than 30 or 40 minutes away from home and still managed to see new cool places and act a little like I was on tour. Good surprising little ride. Coming back home I stopped by the supermarket for fruit, and got home to a little bit more warmth at around 30 or 32º but with a lot of wind and a strong smell of smoke, as I write this report the skies slowly turned and revealed that what I smelled was a little more than a little fire.

Oh yar tis frightening down there Rode over the mendips, temperature was perfect, roads were empty, well almost apart from some beautiful overtakes and perfect filtering, you know the sort you imagine in your dreams and experience on the rare occasion (the ones where you arrive at a stack of traffic and arent sure how long theyve been sitting there on red for, to then filter to the front just as the traffic lights change and you sail by… that happened twice.. TWICE today! Then got served some excellent Korean tea n food. Still pissed off about the Mutt

What were you doing in Norton ? they eat their young down there ya know

It's still 1972 for most of us!

Whos this fucking Pat guy that got ex'ed everywhere.

I want a pair of those boots.....Does that make me a tranvestite?

Na, there were 3 others.

I waste far too much time on Facebook, but it can be very entertaining. Especially some of the Expats in France groups! Never a day goes by without someone doing something stupid and then asking the group's advice on who they can sue! Then the inevitable follow-up post of their indignation when they went to complain about whatever and were met with the Gallic shrug! Endless entertainment.

Took @Sofiaaround on a little ride around these same locations, this time starting quite farther away than my place. And saw the same things a little differently Brief stop over our local favourite location for a cool picture Can't deny there's a little bit more style in the Speed Triple than the GS Overgrown fig tree was running out of space inside this old house in ruins Split in three, this originally one olive tree flourished through the ages Priest's residence near the old church has a lovely garden in front, seems like something out of an old book. Lunch was delicious, on the same café as last time but this time wine garlic and sweet paprika marinated pork with an egg on top (bifana com ovo a cavalo) The little square was empty this time, festivities had come and gone

Yes, I caught less sun growing up though.

fuck the lot of ya

Truck stop … looks like he pulled up for some rogering action .

What??? Like knock a hole in the garage wall behind?

Heard this whilst on the ferry to Spain when it was used for the credits on the film Shallow Hal. Been listening to it regularly since back then.

Probably the most disturbing and eerie single that ever got into the charts. I remember buying it when it came out, but it was only in later years that I actually found out what it meant.....or what it was supposed to mean. Peter Green explained that he wrote the song after experiencing a drug-induced dream in which he was visited by a green dog which barked at him from the afterlife. He understood that the dog represented money. "It scared me because I knew the dog had been dead a long time. It was a stray and I was looking after it. But I was dead and had to fight to get back into my body, which I eventually did. When I woke up, the room was really black and I found myself writing the song".

I saw one of my old bikes parked outside a bar a few years ago, it had a lot less miles on the clock than it did when I sold it...

I think, I'm going to lose my drivers license... and all just because of a stupid police officer... The conversation went like this, when I got pulled over in my car: Officer: "Where are you coming from, I think you are drunk!" Me: "I assure you, I did not drink anything." Officer: "Ok, let's do a little test! Imagine driving in the dark on a motorway at night, when you see two lights in the distance. What is this?" Me: "A car." Officer:"Of course! But which one? A Mercedes, an Audi or a Ford?" Me:"I have no idea!" Officer:"So, you're drunk." Me:"But I didn't drink anything." Officer:"Okay, one more test -- Imagine, you drive in the dark on a country road at night, and there is one light coming at you.What is it? Me:"A motorcycle." Officer:"Of course! But which one? A Honda, a Kawasaki or a Harley?" Me:"I have no idea!" Officer:"As I suspected, you're drunk!" Then I started to get annoyed and asked a counter question. Me:"So..., counter question -- You're driving in the dark on a city street at night and see a woman on the roadside. She wears a mini skirt, fishnet stockings, high heeled shoes and only a bra as a top. What is this?" Officer:"A prostitute of course." Me:"Yes, but which one? Your daughter, your wife or your mother?" Things went downhill from there and now I have a court date to attend...

Well?