Buckster

Stop being coy, we know why you go off-roading.

no hurry.

Arse in the air just like the puffs who buy them.

Opening picture is the Harley so that's the winner, suck it up rat face .

This is also the exact phrase @Saul uses to identify a woman.

Have I won yet?

Ewe's are female.

Harley Davidson wins again.

Just warm I heard.

So after church yesterday I decided on a run down to Moffat and St. Marys Loch, I was going to get something to eat at the loch but after a spirited run down the A701 stretching the limits of the bikes new handling I was ready for a break, luckily the excellent Moffat chippy was open so I was able to have some gourmet food for lunch. After this I headed off to St. Marys Loch, the sheep have been sheared now so they are super chilled and don't give a hoot about traffic at all, they are spending the day licking the salt off the road and scaring unsuspecting motorists and bikers, no worry for me as I grew up in a farming community. There were a lot of bikes out, the Scottish countryside of course did not disappoint. You can see some sort of dry stone ring on that picture, I took a closer look but left it alone, probably witches or a sheep brothel. There was quite a lot of water running down from the tops. Pretty sure this sheep's buddy was dead, it still had wool and looked like it was victim of a fall, it is Scotland so it was probably drunk and fell down the hill while staggering home, nature will reclaim it. Fred would still shag it. Anyway I got down to the Loch which was busy with bikes, swimmers and canoes. This is actually Low Loch, St. Marys Loch proper is a little further along, there were a big group of young riders there which was good to see, it was funny listening to them, I was stood with a guy who was on a Multistrada, same age as me and we were laughing as the kids were talking the same BS that we did when we were that age, maybe biking does have a future. There were loads of wank panzers with all the accessories and all with intact chicken strips, ridden by middle aged fat lads trying to recapture their lost youth before going home to put those shelves up the wife has been nagging them about. After a cigar, I headed east through the valley towards Selkirk and then explored some roads I hadn't ridden before on the way back to Edinburgh, did about 140 miles, the weather was braw as you can see.

No they are all on your bedroom ceiling.

Have you got one with @Dell under a Mondeo?

Oil? It was fried in beef dripping.

No, it’s gourmet.

Deep fried in batter no less.

Maybe I should post it in @Pedro’s food thread.

Or maybe I should do this one from today.

Definitely.

"You're" welcome.

If you were closer I would stab you and not in a good way.