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Just got notified yesterday that I'm gonna be a Great Grandparent this coming October... here's my oldest Grandson's 1st view of his future riding partner...that he already has a bike in the waiting for the little guy...

Over the past month, Special Services investigators, with assistance from the Canadian Police Technological Crimes Unit, examined graphic images and videos extracted from cellular devices seized during a previous drug-related investigation. The material depicted various sexual acts involving a Moose, investigations have lead to this artists sketch to help identification of the suspect.

Well the deed is done I’m a married man ..

I saw a few of Fred's girlfriends, it is lambing season to if Fred had been here he would have gone full nonce. I then headed to Talla Reservoir, as usual the scenery was okay. Going off the side of the road would give you a bad day here. I eventually rejoined the main road and headed back to Edinburgh.

I also wanna build a tiny cabin or two for visiting bike riders. Plenty of room behind the garages for them and I've always wanted to build one. Something like these:

Got the electronic Bat Signal to meet with the Distinguished Senior Gentleman of Fowey (Combined age 250) for a ride out Down West at 10:30 am. Given that I had just finished a night shift I figured why not? Didn’t want to miss out, youm a long time dead. We headed out through St Austell down the A390 to Truro. Then down to Falmouth and along the South Coast to Helston, Marazion, Long Rock and Penzance. Bleddy stunning weather but chilly. Not that it bothered me behind the CBF’s touring screen. Told the others I was actually a bit stuffy and two warm behind the screen, which they were delighted to hear in their cool looking but cold leathers . Just before we got to St Just we stopped at Boscawen Ur Stone Circle for a bit of Paganism but collectively decided it was to fucking cold to dance around the stones naked. Also with our years of experience we all pissed with the constant wind rather than against it, luckily just after we saw a hunt. Again after some discussion we decided not to lick the stones, every though one was solid quartz, as they were probably contaminated with Pagan DNA. We headed on down past Lands End airport to St Just in Penwith for a pasty dinner, met the local village idiot who wanted to sell us a Big Issue. I said ok only to hear he didn’t have any. . Fucking numpty shuffled off after that, don’t think he had a scenario worked out for that turn of events. Resident Idiot, parents were obviously two closely related With a healthy dose of heartburn we then St Just left for Godrevy onto St Ives, Hayle, the Towans finally stopping at Pentreath for a posh coffee. During which we discussed how many vertically challenged gentleman we saw riding Wank Panzers today. The Gamma ripped nicely up Pentreath hill with the Greeeves bogging behind in a plume of blue smoke. We were also a little derisory about a chap on his 24 plate Harley who went past with AC/DC blasting out of his radio for everyone’s enjoyment. Coffee and second piss done we headed home via the quick route back up the A30. Well I say quick we did have to ancient rattle machines with us who riders openly admit the vision blurs over 70 mph. Of course none of that non sense on the CBF. Left the A30 at Innis Downs then Lanivet, Lanhydrock, Fowey Cross and home in time for the rugby. Which I managed to sleep through. Good day and 130 miles with laughs, coffee and heartburn. Hoping for a summer of this

My Christmas season has been spent looking after Mrs. Hook w/ her new knee...gotta admit that I'm proud of her for doing well w/ her recovery. Seeing consistent increments of improvement everyday. Kind of anxious to see how well she'll be doing by our anniversary in Feb. Hopefully be mobile enough to do a day trip to Hermiston to see my Great G-son by then...

I've discovered that the best way to scare off the little bastards begging for sweets is to answer the door naked... oh, there's some more arrived... disguised as policemen this time...

I just realised that my paycheck is like my wifes period arrives once a month and last for 4 days

@Marcel is out partying in the street

My CBF600S has the wrong colour front brake callipers. They have obviously been replaced at some point with callipers from a naked CBF600N which are black not gold. They are functionally identical and work fine but it is getting on my tits that it’s wrong. So for no other reason than to satisfy my OCD, I am going to replace them. I got a second hand set of gold callipers from eBay for £27 and at the same time I ordered a rebuild kit for them for £34 from Wemoto. I started stripping and cleaning the callipers up today and to my surprise they are pretty good. All threads perfect and pistons appear spotless. I am waiting for the tool to come to get them out and polish them up. I know there are other ways to get the pistons out but I wanted the right tool which is coming tomorrow. I would guess that I don’t really need to replace the seals but I am going to because I have the new ones on the bench. First attempt at cleaning has brought them up quite well. There are a few minors blemishes here and there but I think the callipers will look fine once they are on the bike, after all it is 18 years old. Of course there will be more cleaning before I fit the new seals. Before anyone pipes up, if this is boring fuck off and read about Marcy’s adventures. I am a bike geak and I like this sort of stuff.

Had a slightly longer spin out this morning as it was cloudy for the first part of the morning so it kept the temperature down to a manageable level. Some great views around here………..might pop over to the nudist beach next time

I think we might have to turn this Marcel / Rich / Buckster content only accessible upon request. This shit is just too embarrassing to be out in the open. Consider yourselves all lucky. As a moderator, I am not able to turn on the ignore function.

Paolo had gone to church and then a pic-nic with his Nonna we had a chance to get out today . We went to Alfred's Tower and an ice cream parlour (no Strawberry) on a farm near Nunney .

You look like an Eighty year old ..........

Went out for a ride this morning, went to Damerells then Padstow and then followed the A39 (Atlantic Highway FFS) to Camelford then onto Bodmin Moor at Davidstow. Just a stunning place to be. Got lost for 30 minutes or so but knew it was all good when I found St Breward. Onto Blisland then down the A30 to Bodmin.

Just did an eight day trip on the TRK502X which took me from Murcia province, up to Segovia where I met five friends from the UK. From there we went west to Miranda do Duro which is on the border between Spain and Portugal. Further west to Chaves and then onto Porto for two nights following most of the Rota Norte which was fantastic. We headed east to Avila using as many twisty mountain roads we could find and then finally I had to head home to Murcia province. My mates went north via Leon and the mountains so they can get their ferry on Wednesday. Fantastic trip with only a little motorway to get around Murcia city. No rain, great roads, only stopped by the police once early on Sunday morning to carry out an alcohol test (no problem!) The TRK is a fantastic moto and wasn’t left behind by the larger bikes…….and of course, it cost much less to buy! ……..where to next?

So on Sunday afternoon I decided to take a run out as the temperature was up to a near Caribbean level of 12c. I headed south into the Scottish Borders to the popular spot of Moffat but other than a sprinkling of power rangers and a few born agains it was quiet. My new exhausts were attracting a lot of admiring looks from the ladies. From there I headed to St Mary's Loch for a bit of cottaging. I was alone in the toilets though so I just took a piss instead. Again there weren't a lot of bikes, I did speak to a Polish couple who were on a Harley Electra Glide and I had a cigar break. Then I headed back using a single track road I wanted to explore. This took me past Megget Reservoir.

After 5 yrs. of not seeing my son...(he's a PMC in Israel) I got wind that he's here in OR currently!....just talked to him for the 1st time in a coupla years...he's in Portland to get his beat-up shoulder operated on (injury from Iraq back in 2011) & process a load of paperwork to get his Top Secret security clearance for a new contract in Germany after he finishes the remaining contract in Israel. Gonna relieve my anxiety a bit as a parent to know he'll be moving up the food chain & outta the field....probably gonna go see him next week...pretty stoked about that!

Packing for the move that begins next week. Entire house contents are boxed up and ready for the movers. We'll be in for a culture shock; moving from one of the wealthiest areas of the USA to one of the poorest. But the riding in Appalachia is great and I'm looking forward to it....

Marcel spotted in Canada, look like he's up to old tricks again ..........

My Late Lady used to say to me, spend your money on what ever you want to spend it on. You are only here once. Please forgive any crap spelling i am pi55ed. Lyn.

This is Puskas, after 2 years of living in a shelter in Northern Portugal, sleeping with shelter from the rain but not from the cold he has now found out about central heating and soft beds and pillows and toys. He’s enjoying the warmth while outside the cold storms are hitting strong.

First thing you've said that makes sense.

@Buckster @Vamana Gupta Thanks for the relationship advice lads , while I appreciate it is coming from a good place I'm not sure if either of you are best placed to give it.

Thank you one and all for our kind words, it has helped me a lot.. Crissy greets to you all. Lyn.

Considering this, and when you think of a twat pain in the ass in this forum you think of Marcel. Nobody tries as hard as him to be nominated. So, my nomination is for @Buckster, the guy who allowed Marcel back after he flounced and left the first time.

Apparently he wanted a power upgrade

I finished my night shift at Lanson Hospital at 08:00 and should have gone home to bed but I got the Bat Signal from from the FOGGs (Fowey Old Grump Git Group) saying a ride out was going to occur at 09:00 4Turnings Garage. Of course there was no choice, I had the call! so I sneaked out of work 15 mins early pinned the throttle for the 35 mile ride back to Fowey. Got home, changed out of my uniform, took my meds and made 4Turnings with 10 minutes to spare. Didn't have time to swap bikes but I filled the CBF600 the day before and it was well up to the task of the old British Bike nails in the group. The Mission for the day was to find Martyn's ancestral home in Mousehole and recreate a photo of his Grandmother. At the meeting point we decided the first order of priority for the day was breakfast So we headed west, through Par, St Austell, Grampound, Tresillian, Scorrier, Portreath across the hayle Towans to Hells Mouth and the excellent Cafe that resides there. The Lads (Ha! that term was only accurate a long time ago in the 1970's) had the obligatory fry up but I, in my quest to be less of a fat cunt and survive past my upcoming 60th birthday, only had a coffee and tears of envy. Suitable vittled we again headed West through Hayle town past the Hayle estuary onto St Erth, Crowlas, Long Rock on to Penzance, Newlyn and finally Mousehole. Of course while we were there Ice Cream was on the cards. The Blackberry and Clotted Cream was particularly nice. Also saw a rat running around thought is was suppose to be the Mousehole Cat that was famous, shame he wasn't on duty today, he would have had some sport. Apparently the oldest house in Mousehole and the only one to Survive the sacking and burning of the village by the Spanish in the 15th century, or so the stone on the wall said. I think the Citroen is more recent. We met the nicest parking guy ever when we stopped who let us all park for free and also let us leave our helmets and jackets in his shed. Good guy, I reckon he liked the Cornish flag stickers on my bike, even though I do believe he was a Cockaneese in origin. We were probably lucky to get our helmets and Jackets back. Martyn majestically recreating the photo of his Grandmother in the exactly same spot a 100 years later. Interesting to note the name of the cottage now given that his family migrated East to Fowey (Foye). Looking out from Mousehole to Prussia Cove on a sunny day could almost be the Med. St Michael's Mount out there in the Blue. After enjoying a mouch around Mousehole on foot we headed off again. We thought about going to Lamorna Cove but decided not to as they have a particularly aggressive ANPR system there that likes to issue parking tickets like confetti if you don't pay quickly enough. Also on top of that there is essentially fuck all there apart from a cafe that is an Emmett honey trap and a disused granite quarry. People only go there because of the song. So we decided to go on to find the Merry Maidens Stone Circle in hope of benefitting from it's pagan fertility endowments. Couldn't fucking find it which was probably just as well given our age and collective health issues. So Penberth Cove was our decided destination given that it was much prettier than Lamorna Cove and free to park. Well I say park I meant abandon our bikes at the side of the road, but it was okay as the locals were all in a field at the WI Fete just up the road. Rather an attractive place. All run by the National Trust now so just an expensive dormitory with don't do this and don't do that signs everywhere. Still free to visit at the moment until the NT work out a way to commercialise the view. Steve having a Reginald Perrin moment, he said he was seal spotting but we know what he was up to, demented old fool. How the used to get the boats up and out of the water. How they do it now with a magic shed. Well not really, just an electrically powered hydraulic winch. Or so the geeks told me whilst on a Man Nip trip high on looking at mechanical things. Martyn testing the bridges capacity. You'll notice not much timber around here. When it all gets a bit to much best to sit and collect your thoughts. Martyn and Bob in crises or possibly just a bit sweaty. Dazed and confused group selfie just to prove I was actually there.

I was out at 07.30 this morning and had a great ride down to Dorset and back getting home at 16.00 Just roads today as I wanted to make sure the forks were ok after giving them an overhaul . The weather was decent which always helps and no real traffic as I was mainly on back roads . I passed by Bovington camp ........... Deserted Art Deco hotel at Osmington ............. Stopped at Weymouth for a cup of coffee ............. Then back to the roads less travelled .............

Hello everyone!! Sorry for being silent for so long, so much happening!! Today was at the Lisbon DGR representing the Triumph Owners Club Portugal! Was actually very nice, managed to get 6 new members and my bike was a super star!! So many people were besotted with it, so many came to ask about it!! I was super chuffed! And in the end had to be pushed over a metal barrier because the bike ramp was taken somewhere to help something or another. I should have taken pictures of it going over that barrier!! Anyway, here are just a few shots!

Bought this .. she will look brand new once I have worked my magic

At least this Walking Scar is still 2-Wheelin'...

Sunny morning in Bristol ...................

A DBM is a Dago Bumming Midget , Pete was quite fond of them ................ .

So I woke up and my dog is laying on the back patio covered in dirt with a rabbit in his mouth. The rabbit's not bloody, just dirty. My neighbours kids raise blue ribbon rabbits. I instantly knew it was one of theirs. I took the rabbit away from my dog, rushed inside, and washed all the dirt off it before my neighbours could come home. It was stiff but I heard some animals play dead when they are afraid but I couldn't remember which ones. I took it and placed it back in one of the cages in their back yard then I ZOOMED back home. (Don't judge me ) Not 30 minutes later I hear my neighbours screaming so I go out and ask them what's wrong? They tell me their rabbit died three days ago and they buried it but now it's back in the cage. .

Sorted.. get another one in there if I cleared all the shit at end of it

Thanks! Should have loads of great ride reports once I get moved in. The new place has 5+ acres of land and a small shop out back - actually two shops in one. Smaller one to the right will be bikes only and the rest will be welding and woodshop stuff ....

Got 7 inches last night and I'm still sore! Another day in paradise...

Granddaughter rang yesterday "Scoot making a funny noise and won't start!" .....So I nipped over to hers, battery almost totally flat, starter relay just chattering when button is pressed, she also said that when it was running it would only do 25mph!....tried to pull it out of the garage, front brake absolutely seized, charged the battery, stripped the caliper, cleaned and greased it...scoot now starts and does 55mph again, so i thought I would check other things too, oil level fine, air filter clean, tyres!...both down by at least 22psi....... a bucket of wash and wax would be a good thing too.....

We have a new floor, only the skirting boards and a radiator to go

Well it’s been a while since I posted anything on here, it’s been a busy time going back and forth to the UK and all that entailed and then I guess I just got lazy. The weather lately has been pretty hit and miss, we’ve had loads of rain for the last few weeks which is unusual but today seems to be the end of it……thank fuck for that, it’s like living back in the Peak District! Anyway, new bike this week! The old FZ6N is still holding together and seeing as it’s not worth much I think I may just keep it. Originally, I planned to get the CFMoto 450 MT and having paid a deposit before Xmas I was told it would be here in February……then it was March, then May……..maybe……the final straw was the dealer telling me they had received only one bike when they had ordered twenty and the rest wouldn’t be here until late summer! I actually felt sorry for the poor fucker. Thought about the new 2025 700MT but again the delay was likely to be huge………and I was sick of waiting so I bought one of these instead and I pick it up Thursday. Yes, it’s a Chinky/Italian bike but I’ve always been partial to a takeaway. It ain’t no lightweight trail tool but it’ll be perfect for days out and longer trips. Without further ado, I give you the Benelli TRK502X….