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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 ..

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

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 .

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?

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

Ginger midget Twat

Today, i have mostly been playing with a chinese 2L turbo engine and autobox from our latest SSV

Let me introduce you to Hendrix Rain....my 1st GREAT grandson. He weighed just under 7 lbs. & is doing quite well. Gotta make an effort to go see him next year down in NM...

Pah !! Who needs the ‘ enablement centre ‘ I snapped the plastic lock button on my leg (again ) which releases my leg . I just spent an hour in the garage and fixed it with a t-shaped spacer from an Africa twin and a M8 bolt #feelingchuffed

At the spot where the two French forces met on 12th September 1944 ( one laned in Normandy with Operation Overlord, the other in Provence with Operation Dragoon) I got there just 81 years late...

The hot grips were a birthday present for my daughter’s friend who I got through her CBT. She is a genuine keen biker who sufferers from Reynard’s Syndrome so gets very cold extremities. Perfect gift I thought from our family to her as she commutes to Truro so genuinely needs them.

Shiny expensive yellow things in my car’s boot

Took an ambulance ride just now, a 91 year old lady fell down on the cobblestone street in front of Sofia’s practice and might have fractured something on her hip or leg. She was so scared to be by herself I came along for company.

been up hospital today, gave her a choice of an op to have skin graph or try stitch it... chose the second option ... she's ok though , thanks for asking

Tell the wife to shut the fuck up and go get it

I would have thought someone like you of smaller stature would have found it easy to operate in 3 ft headroom.

I am too gutted to say anything tonight, but i will try and compose myself for tomorrow. We used to chat every other Sunday evening the **** never said anything to me..Sorry i am not in a good place tonight. Lyn.

Even the plug sockets look shocked..

same here.... was behind a car the other day in traffic... stink coming out of it, i had to pull over ten minutes later and bought some chocolate biscuits, two caramacs, 3 bags of cheese and oinion crisps, a mars bar and a box of maltesers .

I went to Brighton today, and by some miracle I actually remembered to take a photo

Only two bikes parked here today, a Suzuki and a Harley Davidson

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.

Not much to see really just out for a gentle bimble as my grey mates were all weary of the weather so I went out for a mooch on my own. Did 40 miles down to Gorran to take some practice shots for BOM.

I headed down to Newport now to go and have a gander at Wildcat Scooters. It was a fail as it wasn't open ........... As it was so hot now it was time for some refreshment , so I stopped at a pub in Caldicot ........... I then had a brief look at Caldicot castle................. I needed to fill up twice during the ride so it's probably a little bit thirsty (aren't all 2-strokes) and don't even ask about the faff with the pre-mix oil but all things considered this is a great little summer ride pop pop

Out with the Fowey grey gang today. Combined age 240+ years. Truro, Blackwater, Helston, Porthleven and finally Restronguet Creak to do a Freddie Dobbs. Well not really just for a pot of tea

I needed to head back home now so I started to make my way back , on the route I took I passed Gt. Coxley tithe barn ........... and then stopped for a quick break by my favourite lake near Malmesbury .......

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 .............