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I’ve been hanging around one of Croatia’s national parks the wife is determined to wear my legs down to a knub

Because this site is now 3 years old today! Incredible we got this far really! It was only opened because we were all imprisoned in our houses during the first lockdown, and I never expected it to survive after the restrictions were lifted. But we're still here. Somehow! Nobody has ever been banned, but a few have flounced! That's the nature of forums I'm afraid! I'm not going to ask if it's contributed anything of value to you because that's probably a bridge too far! So how about, has the existence of this site made a difference to you? And what's been your favourite moment so far? For me, I'd say it was Bruce wanting to fuck Shania Twain's drummer who was actually a male transvestite. So I just want to say thanks for your support, and as far as I know we're still the only forum that has no subscription fees or adverts! Totally free and always will be! After all, how can anybody charge for pitiful shit like this?

To celebrate, me and Sofia are going for a ride. waiting for her to meet me in Constancia right now

I like it here, codgerville and a bit village but entertaining enough. And much as it pains me to admit it I do quite like some of you.

Been down the beach , some chinky bird gave me a back massage for 20 euros … I asked if she liked ice cream , she smiled and nodded … any tips on how I should serve her @Marcel

Better keep that under wraps or our flag will end up with a fairy blowing bubbles on it

If the Welsh are going to continue down the same route then I demand that they give back their given English surnames, before we conquered them the heathens only had one name, they took the name of the English land owner they worked for which is why there are so many with the same surnames here.

Another tombstone!

That's proof that you're a good mate right there

I like Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzack , he brightens up my day

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That's an outrageous thing to say, it's not 5 miles....It's 8.04672 Kilometres.

You were at that level in the other place......that's why people complained about you! You just didn't fit in there. I always knew you were a good fit for this place......cos you're an annoying cunt.

New shoes for the Sled ..................

Superb photo Happy Birthday Karen

and me but my little leg(s) are not so keen

Well we are aren’t we and thats no bother for the majority, I’d even go as far to say differences are often enjoyed. The nasty and extreme minority are always loud and the media love clickbait. Although when applying fragmented to the haves and the have nots, the privileged out of touch twats who lord over us deciding how to stuff their pockets at our expense with no regard for people who can’t afford to turn the heating on is quite fragmenting.

I was looking at the new Honda Transalp and Hornet 750 on the Honda France website and noticed a link to "register your interest" to buy the new Transalp 750. Intrigued, I followed the link and it transpires that, for a 99€ deposit, you can get your name put on a list in order to buy one! After registering your interest and stumping up your 99€, you then need to visit your Honda dealer within 14 days to actually place an order and once you've done that they'll condescend to let you know when you can expect to receive the bike! It's not just in France. The Honda UK site has the same "deal"! I don't know, am I missing something here?

The Brecon Beacons National Park Authority have today officially changed the name of the Brecon Beacons Here it comes... Apparently the term Beacon is not in keeping with a Global Climate Crisis as a beacon is fossil fuel burning so the complete wank stains have renamed it to Bannau Brycheiniog (or something like, fucking morons, even if there was a climate crisis changing the name would not just have zero positive impact it will have a huge negative impact, every single road sign every document (and there's millions of those then double it as everything here has to be in both English and Welsh) has to be changed, it's most definately not going to help tourism in the area it will hinder it, when someone tells another where they've been it's easy to hear and understand how to Google "Brecon Beacons"if some tourist does managed to pronounce Bannau Brycheiniog the person hearing it is going to have no clue as to the spelling, it's going to cost a fortune in public funds to implement, many millions I'd say, it will cause confusion and all because some stupid stuck up CUNT wants to be remembered as the person who fucking named it. Fucking retards wasting other peoples money, living in their own little bubble.

After a good wash I realised it would be good idea to apply some ball lube. I decided on white lithium so first I gave my ball a good polishing then prepped the lube. I made sure my ball was well coated. Then put the bike away to allow the lube to dry.

No they didn’t … it was voted in by parliament by Blair the war criminal

No, they'll have a picture of Dylan fucking Mulvaney on the flag Sack all the cunts and get on with living

Can’t believe I’ve been dragged down to the level of this place.

Lovely photos And a cracking pair of trousers - her not you!

Fuckmine, you don't use your ball lube very often judging by the state of that can .............

You'd want to at least sit on one before pulling the trigger? I know that there are big delays in the production of new vehicles, so maybe it's to give them an idea of demand before going into full scale production?

Another millstone?

You need to stay in Weston-Super-Mud, it's much safer for old biddies like you

I’ve sent him your mobile number and home address.

Well you have the huge event (paid for by the public) of the Coronation coming up to look forward to. For those suffering from the Inherited Peasanthood gene there's plenty of souvenirs available!

It’s alright Saul, you can get therapy to fix that

You making fun of yourself takes away all the joy

For those who need it, here's how to pronounce it

I think that's the way it works mostly everywhere now for a new model. I had to pay £200 for my T700 to the dealer then Yamaha contacted me to OK the deal and then the dealer placed the order.

Gay!

Happy birthday Karen.

If it gets me a paid day off work I’ll support anything but only for that day

Should I not point out that whoever's leading, which is mostly me in our case, never really get to far ahead so we can keep an eye on each other. I can only think of one time coming through the outskirts of Sheffield when I lost Mandi. I'd got a couple of cars in front and then she got stuck at some traffic lights with nowhere for me to pull over. I texted her when I could and waited for the call.

Keep getting told we're diverse.

Our balcony is over looking the pool , I have been on a mission this evening to find some Joke poo to put in it to watch em fish it out in the morning , can’t find none in any of the shops .. bugger . I have one other option to pull this off ….

She a drug smuggler , panniers full of class A … has to be .. she’s loaded

The last instalment of the Autovia hit n run carriageway dance. TLDR everything turned out fine. Both Mr Slowly and I were tired and weak from whatever that hideous coughing bug was so we’d agreed to lead half way each. I had only just waved Mr Slowly in front of me a few hundred metres back so I’d watched him disappear into the distance from the ground of the hard shoulder. Bugger, I’ve lost my muscle. Given the hearing aids are tiny bits of black plastic, the motorway is the same colour and everything is spread over such a large distance I’m surprised I have all the parts for both of them, my pannier key and both sets of house keys in my hands. In-spite of close shaves (that are occasionally still flashing before my eyes when I close them) it’s only then I realise how fucking stupid it is and go back to the hard shoulder. I’m pacing back to my bike as fast as I can but I’m fairly out of breath by now, I just need to get the bike back upright and get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. I wasn’t particularly concerned about picking the bike up, loaded it’s well over 200kg but armed with many oops experiences on the Himalayan and jacked with enough adrenaline to propel myself to the moon and back I set about trying to right it. It was having none of it. The hard shoulder had a distinct downward camber and the bars were in the barriers so the bike couldn’t be dragged back and there just wasn’t room for me to get my weight under the bike to use my legs to lever it up. I tried anyway (he who dares Rodders) and made it worse, as I pushed, the front of the bike lurched further into the barrier jolting me forward for a close up view of the abyss, I didn’t need to that see for a second time and stopped. I text Mr Slowly to say I’d dropped my bike on the hard shoulder (no need to panic him with the truth) and that I was fine but could he come back round and help pick up the bike ASAP As I stand there I contemplate how long I have before the police appear, if maybe someone might stop (that thought coincided with a fellow biker flying past my arse ) and briefly consider that Brexit could be my friend on this occasion as the traffic offences in Spain are no longer enforceable through the EU. This jogs my memory about my hi-viz which I discover is of course stuck in the pannier that’s wedged against the ground. I prize the pannier open a crack and slide my hi viz out, it’s stowed in the lid so I only have to open it an inch or so, at least that was a wise move. Miracle, a van pulls over and a woman jumps out, she speaks no English and I discover adrenaline wipes out any Spanish I have but I understand she’s repeatedly asking if I’m ok. I say si repeatedly back and using the internationally recognised language of charades ask if she can help pick up my bike. We try but it’s too wedged. She shouts to the van and I’m relieved to see someone who’s as wide as they are tall. Although what he added to the mix was surprisingly little, the three of us watched wing mirror glass explode over the hard shoulder as we pulled the bike from the barrier. Still no popo?!! There were camera warnings on the sat nav continually as I was riding but could it be I crashed in between surveillance cams Just as the lovely Spanish couple asked me for the 20th time if I was ok Mr Slowly pulls up and the couple look relieved their responsibilities are over. I manage my tenth Muchos Gracias mixed with some weird namaste type thankyou which I can only think must be hard wired from the last time I thought I was going to cark it and had to thank some Nepalese mountain man Mr Slowly is dubious about whether I’m ok but I insist the sweaty heavy breathing maniac he’s looking at is just my crash look “Did you see any debris on the carriageway?” “No.” “Good we need to get out of here fast.” I arrive at airport parking with the recent stupidity reeling around, dismount and have an overwhelming urge to vom but manage not to. The airport parking bitch of the “you pay ten euros for bike charge” fame is all over me repeatedly saying “you never pay” I didn’t know if she meant you didn’t pay last time or you don’t ever have to pay but I wasn’t in the mood for it. So I sent her away. Mr Slowly hadn’t received my text. The biker who passed me had seen the Enfield with a Brit plate and flagged him down onto the hard shoulder. The language barrier meant the message was a pointy fingered “AMIGO” and a slap on his side, looking like he fell and the word “GO” pointing back down the motorway implying I’d been hit, which of course put the wind up him. Good on the guy though ay. We got to the airport just in the nick of time after having eaten up the 3 hours leeway to pelt through security and passport control and find out the flight was slightly delayed, we arrived home on schedule like nothing had happened. I would never have considered stepping out onto the carriageway if it hadn’t been for my hearing aids. I think it was so deeply emotive to be given your hearing back and then the threat of having it taken away again, it bypasses the logical part of your brain which if it had had a look in would have said fuck no! I surprised myself, I’m well known for maintaining a psychopathic level of calm in stressful situations and don’t act before I think but I caught an eye opening glimpse of another world where not thinking see’s you finding a dumb way to die If you made it this far into a wall of text. Thanks for bothering to read it.

Had the grandkids this afternoon!

Yes i was thinking that myself for a while. There was a good crowd there later they dimmed the lights by taking the tubes out, the seating was minimal consisting of random chairs wooden beams and milk crates and the beer was a can that ran out quickly and one keg. the wife is feeling it this morning no life in her at all lol