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Yeah, but I actually ride my bike there ..........

You should have tried harder.

Too late for me.

It's important to go away without your family. Everyone needs a break from normal life every now and then. When you have young kids you need it just to gets some damn sleep. I couldn't count the number of times Mr Slowly and I have been away separately without family, spouse included. Once or twice a year each when they were small, although then it was mostly short breaks. Now whenever something occurs that one wants to do that the others not interested in, no worries off you trot. Mr Slowly's thinking about going to the Rugby World Cup, I don't fancy that so he'll go with someone else. It's far too restrictive to live your life only doing what mutually interests both parties. Especially awful if one partners particularly dominant and its their interests that dictate what you do. Right now I'm in Spain and everyone else is in the UK, nowt wrong with it. If you do things separately you enjoy your time together more. Lots of little stories and bits to catch up on. Absence makes the heart grow fonder n all that.

So cause you got a family you’re not allowed to go away a few days on your own … it’s not cause you don’t want to it’s cause your mrs won’t let you … fucking pussies Take the family away on a different holiday.. what’s the problem

Went to the bike shop today to buy some more gear. Not for me though - hope the wife likes it...

You wouldn’t know a holiday if it hit you in the face!

Ask Six, he may be up for the MOD gig.

Am I the only one that thinks this Phil Schofield stuff is really BORING. I mean IF it's all above board, the man had an affair and lied about it. Politicians don't even resign for that now.

Oh fuck off …

Hell, it's nowhere near as boring as yet another conversation on your fav topic of sodomy or paedos, now thats

I had a weekend away (Germany) in 2008.....that nearly ended in divorce......

Pussy , I at least have two

I know my place........just glad we ain't got a cat or dog, or i would be 3rd.

I left the wife and two kids at home for two weeks when I rode to Italy with Bob and co. And I didn’t just dump them I asked and she said yes I probably still would have gone if she said no but that’s not the point. We’re not stuck in the 60s anymore

European Hornet - Vespa crabro Huge thing came into ourconservatory

Look at this little beauty, it’s a Moto Guzzi Hispania, all 75cc’s of it from the Franco era I think. A mate bought it for €400 with loads of historical paperwork and the best bit is that it actually sounds like it’s going to start! ……….might have to get one for myself

I'm just trying to make a point to Captain Bullshit. I could just delete everything he posts but that's not really the done thing is it.

Your starting to sound like you were more tied down then Clive is, at least Clive has the balls to admit it LOL

You think that where you live? You’re trying for more drama! I think this is all a ploy by Pete to try and get out of going out to dinner a couple of times with real people. You’ll go all the way to Spain to hang out in a deserted village for an hour and off you go

You had your chance of greatness and I wasn't even nominated...so endure...

Not only do they not resign they feckin dine out on it. I suppose to one of those slimy pole climbing pencil necks actually getting laid is a bit of a bragging point

I have a bike holiday nearly very year, it doesn't involve my family and they wouldn't want it to .

At this point I have to remind you Fred that you only got away with that once............

Sunday turned out glorious, 8 am breakfast scary picture. I wasn't navigating the rest of this so the route is a bit vague but something like this on sunday morning Lunch was at Les Vans " Pintade facon Tadjine et legumes de saison" followed by a proper "Créme Brulée" that hadn't been fucked about with by adding chutneyed marmalade of bean shoots or whatever the pansy fucking parisien parisites thnik is fashionable now... it was 31degC acording to the sign in the square and I could rally have done with a wee siesta, but there were many more hairpin bends and tight twisty valleys to do before the end of the day so we set off again for this bit the river to the east is the Rhone and top right is Valence, to give you an idea of where we were. there were still some nasty storm cells in the area but we managed to avoid most of them, running just under the trailing edge of one and the leading edge of another during the afternoon. We were Lucky because the storms were dropping hail and a couple of times, around a bend the temps would rop 20deg in 100m, you'd ride into a wall of fog lifting off a rapidly cooled road surface and see piles of hailstones along the roadside, suggesting a storm had gone through only a few minutes before us. One of the girls managed to get a couple of pics we got back to the hotel without problem and pretty much repeated the previous nights debauchery, starting with Pastis and finishing with Liqeur de Verveine... The hotel chef said he'd made a special effort for us and his "two wheeled trout" was excellent:

I wa navigating the 1st day of our 3 day trip to the Ardeche and the first stage of day one went something like this https://goo.gl/maps/QQrWRDJd9jMbtFFJA Boring roads that we'd all ridden many times as its our main route south from here avoiding autoroutes but on roads majour enough for actualy " making progress"> The idea being to get far enough south by lunchtime so as to be straight into the fun bits after lunch. I'd planned a decent first stop at 1.5h out cos we're all either so old as to need to stop and piss regularly or so fucked up physically that an hour and a half is about the limit of saddle time before necrosis sets in. ( the excuse I use is that one of the guys is riding a fireblade 1000RR with a fuel range of about 6 miles ( I exaggerate, but only a little...) as 4 of the bikes were carrying pillions, I'd planned the stop at Magny Cours ( race track) where there is an autoroute style fuel station with clean toilets, decent coffee and fuel all in the same place. One of the group ( whom I shall call Jean-Michel, cos that's his name) was dissapointed at the stop os there wasn't any beer available... at 09h30 with 6 or more hours of riding ahead...! I was forced to admit that the need for draught beer at the morning fuel stop hadn't even occurred to me. The 2nd stage went without a hitch, though I had failed to take into account the bank holiday weekend traffic a St Pourcain sur Sioule ( cos untill now I've never been anywhere on a summer bank holiday weekend) which is a majur bottle neck as you have to cross the river there or add miles to any southbound route not on the autoroute> tis lost us about 15 minutes on planned timing but I wasn't overly worried as, or once, we had reserved a restaurant for the lunch stop so 15 minutes either way wasn't going to cause a problem. I nearly caused an accident as we rode through the industrial suburbs of ClermonFerrand and for some reason I had a brain freeze at a red light, with us turning left across the main drag I stopped at a green light ( convinced it was red) which tokk the following bikes somewhat by surprise Lunch was good, as always but I can't remember what we ate. It was hot when we moved out for the afternoon stint and all liners were removed from jackets, summer gloves came out etc etc. We refeulled and headed off for this route for the afternoon. I hadn't planned a stop bt counted on finding a bar in one of the villages we were passing through. https://goo.gl/maps/heRHB7Qu2iVE7Auc8 There wer some fairly majour strom cells moving up from the south and I had to alter the route a couple of times on the fly in order to avoid them. At one point, I stopped the group and put my rain liner back in my jacket, suggesting the others do likewise, despite the clear blue skies overhead. I told them we were heading straight into a big storm front in the next 15 minutes. some did, some didn't and boy did they regret that decision. Withinh 5 minutes of moving on again it came down so hard that there was standing water on the road that couldn't drain off quick enough and visibility was down to less that 100m. I pulled off into the first available place to stop and the rain stopprd as instantly as it had arrived, but not before those who hadn't prepared for it were drenched through to the skin. it had found it's way through my rain gear in a couple of places too, all in the space of less than 5 minutes! The good thing is that they now all think I have some super rain forcast app on my phone that they don't have access to... At one point I was very glad that my sena intercom was not linked through to the others cos the GPS took us down a couple of VERY minor roads with grass down the middle and, at one point, a huge pudle right across the road that I was worried some of them might refuse at. Being out in fron I had just seen a renault Clio in front of us drive through it without flinching so I was able to put on a show of confidence and ride straight through ( to be fair, if I hadn't just seen the car go through I would have hesitated as there ws no indication as to depth or bottom) We got to the hotel with enough time to shower and change before Apéritif time with thunder banging of the valley walls and lightening flashes looking like heavenly speed cameras et every straight bit of road, but just had time to get the bikes under cover befor it started raining again. Aperatif: purchqsed from the village butcher out of focus due to the large amounts of pastis consumed... food was good too: salade de chevre chaud followed by a large lump of red beef ( can't remeber the cut cos everything was a little blurred at this point) with a Cépes sauce. The dish to the right was what we would call a "Treuffade" here but had another local name. Potatoes, sliced and cooked in a cream sauce with "lardons" ( bacon bits). Having destroyed any and all of the good work done over the last few weeks to reduce cholesterol count, I proceeded to kill myself with a desert containing more sugar than my annual allowance in one serving. There is no photographic evedince of this as I threatened to kill anybody who informed my wife or doctor...

You're all a bunch of pussys.. Except Six.....I'm leaving for a week ffs.

Hell, it's nowhere near as boring as yet another conversation on your fav topic of sodomy or paedos, now thats

She has a better right hook than me.

I think hydrogen from solar power looks the most promising. But I heard a professor who advised the government on the radio saying talking to the government was like trying to get information through a very thick brick wall. Meanwhile the Netherland storms ahead and we'll probably end up importers rather than exporters.. again. Heyho.

Just a heads up for anyone wanting to buy Picardie glasses while in Spain, amazon.es will offer you this instead https://www.amazon.es/s?k=picardia&__mk_es_ES=ÅMÅŽÕÑ&crid=1295UJIF7AFWV&sprefix=picardi%2Caps%2C104&ref=nb_sb_noss_2

@busabeast on his way to @XTreme with the wife ..:.

You’re a pussy to then .,..

This just went live: The Hive - Luton And I just got the go ahead from a different client for two replacement sites.....so I got plenty to do. I need to pull some stuff in to cover what the NL trip is costing us! We've paid for flights and hotel.....next thing is to go to Granada and get some tidy clothes rather than the shit I get from the street market. That includes a suit for me! My current one goes back to the 90's......and despite the fact it still fits it'll look ridiculous as styles have changed. I'd end up looking like some bloke from the 90's who's been cryogenically frozen and woken up in 2023!

I know that

Including this forum, no.

We spent some time making an egg n bacon flan at the weekend and it was bloody lovely.

I was using hydrogen in my diesel motor years ago, back in about 2006 I believe

i aint going on your family holiday you twat.... you seen this shit @XTreme ... explain rugged individualism to him will you

Spanish bikers do the same.....2PM they're in restaurants and bars having massive meals. I go out to ride......not to eat! And if somebody comes out with me then that's the way it's going to be.

Monday morning came and we were up with bikes loaded before breakfast at 8, one of the "panzerdivision" ( BMW RT 1300 which a really want to baptise Hideous Barge but I think that would be plagierising Jeff (?) who called his bike that?) so as there are twwo of these horrendous machines + an R 1100 in the group I have given them the collective noun of "Panzerdivision" ) was not joining us for the ride home as they were continuing south and east for a weeks holiday. So 5 bikes set off back north with a plan to stop and feed at Thiers ( where the knives come from) twisties to start with, opening up through some fast winding N roads as far as Ambert, then a dash across the plain to Thiers. baking hot again in the sun and I, for one was happy to have an awning over the table even if it was only a buffalo grill with their usual slipshod service and factory manufactured food, it was quick and cheap refuelling excercise... well it would have been quick if they hadn't somehow managed to "lose" the order between waitress and kitchen, due to a " computor error".... it was pretty clear that the waitress had a max IQ of 4 and had not been sufficiently trained in the use of her fisher price "Me Pad" to the extent that she had omitted to push the send button once we'd all explained exactly what we wanted whilst desperately resisting the urge to grab her nose ring and shake her with it.... but I digress... Whilst waiting for the driveling morons to concoct some more excuses, all less believable than the last as they weren't even capable of getting it straight amongst themselves, we decided that rather then face the long slog back up the route express the way we had come down, which would be heaving with road lice ( camping cars) and caravans trying to get home from the long weekend and causing chaos in the process, we'd run up to Vichy and then cut north along the D roads via Decize ( where we stopped for beer / coffee/ pisser etc.) a bit like this: Got home shattered. With the firm opinion that that was too far for me to do comfortably and the premonition that I was going to suffer all the following week> I wasn't wrong. STATS : 1127km over the 3 days. 18 h in the saddle avereged 5,1 litres /100km average speed 61km/h

not all of us have got our balls in our mrs handbag you tart .... why cant he go on his jollies on his own.

Been out for breakfast then a bimble stopping for a photo on the way home. Great weather for it.