Pedro

I've never had a bad bike in the way that I didn't like to go places because of them, so I never considered that. Also never got scared enough on a motorcycle that it put me off. I do have a little lack in motivation now and again when going out on a specific ride but that's overall motivation like "what is the point of living" "why do all that just to come back again" sort of thing, the bike doesn't factor into it. I do ride a lot less when up north but that's because it's a chore to get out of the house here, and the roads around the house don't motivate me at all to face them and then face annoying petty traffic, when at my place I ride everyday that's not raining. Overall, going out on the bike and staying two nights out, or even just a couple of hours, really helps my mind coping with life. @Tango, contemplating your own mortality and fear has a way of changing your approach to life and some activities. If your wife thinks of the risk of motorcycling more than the joys she gets out of it, in fact there is no point to that activity as it's just torture. I would advise you guys pick a small hotel with a nice restaurant about 100/150km away, and plan an easy ride to go there for a night, somewhere via easy smaller roads and just float along at 80/90kmh. The weather is about to change and become great (if you don't suffer from pollen allergies) so a couple of hours riding on a pleasant perfect afternoon there, relaxing time out of home and then getting on the bikes the next day for a little more leisurely motorcycling sometimes helps you spark the feeling of adventure. If by that point she's not excited about it you can just ride back home, or do another 100/200km and sleep somewhere else, that spontaneity is addictive. To me, there's nothing like starting my bike in the morning out in the countryside and point it somewhere else, it really changes my perspective on life and puts sadness and doubts away. Other times it doesn't, but it's still comforting.

Couldn’t have found a bigger seat to put on that BMW sidecar, what an ugly thing !

That the BMW GSA of horses that is!

My bike´s got a big spirit, all others seem tiny next to it

Now at 8900km, they’re looking like this: plenty of life left but a couple of days ago they were not the ideal tire to navigate through 10km of gridlock traffic in Porto’s wet motorway after dark. They’re proving to be a sound tire if you want a proper mixed use tire for a big bike.

A moment in today’s short walk, he is not good for very long walks anymore.

Very silly dog, too

No specific breed. I found him when out on the XR in the woods when he was 3 or 4 weeks old. The jaw means that there’s some Pitbull or something like that in him, and he is a little terrie in behaviour, but no breed.

Curry and chips?

No soy milk at that place?

socks and sandals isn't normal!

You´re going out for lunch? THAT is what you can call going outside your boundaries, we'll be peeled for developments!

If you‘re Mr. Hunt, you name your son James, not Michael

My girl complained I never buy her flowers. I didn’t even know she sells flowers!

What goes through the mind of parents when they choose names like that?

I would love a conspiracy and annoying section on the forum, way down next to ride reports where nobody goes

Spending the day with Costa, early morning drive to the forest and walk. Then breakfast and now watching a little tv. His favourite person is away for a while and I’m the next best thing. Also the weather is iffy, don’t feel like going out on the bike at all, yesterday was enough.

What was she doing?

I repeat, you are responsible (not to the law, to yourself as in being responsible to what you're doing) when you're passing, more so when on a bike which is easily missed on mirrors. Nobody ever felt better when in a hospital bed saying "it's not my fault"

Not less likely, though. I know that is a serious sad story, but if you drive aggressively and properly heat up your brakes, to then park with the handbrake on you might be tempted to not pull the handbrake very hard to not put too much pressure on an already hot system. What happens is that as brakes cool off stuff starts to contract back to normal size and handbrake pads with pull away a little bit from the "bells" (don't know what you call the hubs, bells?), thus releasing the brakes. I learned about this in the Nurburgring, where after a summer afternoon a few cars parked on top of a downhill meadow found themselves 500m down a grass field.

Brum is Birmingham, that's all you need to know.

I know brum is Birmingham! It's a thing, and I maintain my original idea that it comes from dogging, Helen from Manchester, John from Swansea, James from Brum...

You're responsible for your own safety when overtaking like that, not too close but the motorcyclist started closing back in without due attention. If you're riding a way faster vehicle than the one in front you assume the one in front doesn't know you're in a faster one. The error is in not buying a nice boxer 1200 with torque on tap to do that overtake safely in ignorant bliss. Buy a shit bike and you're still ignorant but clearly not in bliss anymore.

James might be, but "James from Brum" sounds wrong, in a dogging way