Saul

Doesn't hurt that there is a Triumph and BSA dealer 20 miles up the road. But you are right lots of Brit and Merican stuff.

Here again

I was wondering who was this website's grammar nazi

No they are pissed up soft twats that can't throw or land an effective punch. If they can't focus the last thing they should be doing is fighting.

After talking to the owner I get the feeling it has never been UK registered. I think he may have been riding it illegally for the last 50 years. He didn't say so but he winked when I asked him about the NZ plate. Rugged Individualist

Met up with 3 mates at 4 Turnings garage this morning at 9:00am. Martin on his R80 with R100 engine and running gear. Chris on his Triumph Scrambler 900, Gary on his 1974 Triumph Bonny, Me and my Shadow on the Hornet. We set off on the A390 through Lostwithiel then on up the A38 and Liskeard by pass. Turned off and went inland to Callington then took the Gunnislake Road turning off to Kitt Hill and then Louis Cafe. Gary lead as his bike was the slowest and he openly admits he can't see much over 70 mph because of the vibes. God only knows why he takes the bloody thing. He has a Ducati Monster and while not as pretty it is a much more capable bike. Course Shadow moaned as we could go fast, traffic and Gary. Not that I ever push to hard but it was slow going. Got there around 9:40 and pretty quiet so we didn’t have a breakfast que. £14 for two sausage baps and two cans of fizz. Twas nice but felt spendy, maybe I am just tight JPS Norton Shadows dream bike WTF this is supposed to be I don’t know but made me smile. After breakfast we headed back to Callington and took the road down to Saltash then on to Carkeel and the back road to Looe. Mooched around Polperro then back to Plynt, Lostwithiel again St Blazey and home. Great day out, loads of bikes and traffic though. Suppose it is bound to happen this time of year. Trip stats Nice new Bullit Very old Sunbeam on a NZ plate. Apparently the owner bought it in NZ on a round the world sailing trip. Road it around NZ stripped and packed it away in his sailing boat and brought it back to Cornwall 50 years ago. Still riding it today. Interesting old chap.

I tell you now that video card will be corrupted

Kitt Hill bike meet this morning

There is hope for you yet

I get the feeling you are gonna be disappointed, prove me wrong Busa

He's like the grim reaper, loves a bit of misfortune or drama. Negatron!

Soft twats couldn't through or land a puch to save their lives

Working tonight and Sunday night. Been asked to go on two different rides tomorrow but gotta sleep. May get out on the bike Sunday.

I am a bit conflicted about them, I think they look cool as hell in the flesh but they also remind me of a locomotive. I just can't imagine living with something that big, bit of adverse camber or gravel when you put your fit down. Imagine trying to paddle it backwards for any reason. Just to big and bloody heavy to my mind.

I would be sad to see you go, I enjoy your content. I think what you post is thought provoking and entertaining. Doesn’t hurt giving Buckster the needle either both of your to and fro interactions are fascinating, to me anyway.

To be completely objective they look pretty good in the flesh. I know that doesn't make them reliable or worth anything second hand but I think their day will come, and no I won't buy one. I remember Nathan the Postman is selling his X-Cape and struggling to do so or was in the last video I watched. He also said the X-Cape felt low on power.

An identical one to mine but with half the garden sold last month for £336,000. But its just numbers everything down here is £200,000 plus. Just think of trying to raise that sort of mortgage. Just not going to happen unless you are pushing £40 to 50k a year and who the fuck earns that in rural Cornwall. Not many I would argue.

Got some new feet for my duck.

Fair enough if it's something you need but I do feel it is mostly unnecessary marketing wank. Like electric handbrakes in cars. Perhaps I just have my luddite head on today. Can't see me ever buying anything like that but I am happy for other to do exactly what they want with their money.

It is a joke though, should you really be on a bike that size and weight with arthritis and bad legs regardless of how you change gear? I think is more to attract with the generation of riders that aren't used to manual gearboxes and clutches whilst driving cars. Targeting Mericans, mostly I would have thought.

Just been up to Damerells again as I want them to look at my Shadows bike. Got to go on my own as Shadow has gone to Newquay with her brother on the train. I can honestly say it was a joy to be out bimbling around the backroads on her CB125F. Just back to basics fun in the sun. I did have to travel along the old A30 across Goss moor for 3 miles which was a bit more exposed. The bikes max with me on it was 62 mph and pretty vibie. Not where it likes to be but that was the only negative of the ride. Get to do it all again next Thursday when it is booked in. Photographic evidence Never knew Harley did a ladies edition @XTreme does your Shad measure up to this one? Some food for Negatron More shinies

Anywhere that's not soulless urban sprawl it seems like. The rural parts of Britain is becoming an enclave for the rich and entitled, anyone that actually lives and works there are eventually driven out by generation. My kids will never be able to get a house where I live. Fine for me that my ex local authority house is worth stupid money but what's the point if my family have to leave. It's just beyond shit and the community is ripped apart.

Very true given the ageing demographic of bikers.

It is for us that remember how vibrant and alive the town used to be. I don't claim to have any answers but its just fucking sad.

https://www.cornwalllive.com/news/news-opinion/visitor-describes-ghost-town-visit-9256831?utm_source=linkCopy&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=sharebar Good and accurate poem Empty The pretty streets beside the sea Belie a sickening sound Of morbid wealth that took by stealth The buildings in the town. And most of them are empty, Few people can be found. They made their many millions Moving money in the Smoke Before they saw a stunning view; Then bought it off some bloke. And now that small investment Has doubled at a stroke. Many a fierce fishermen Who lived in homes like these, Would come home to their weary wives From work upon the seas And spend their Sunday mornings In church upon their knees. Their sadness is to see their homes Closed up, silent and bare. Only open when their rich Plush owners can be there. No local accents sounding Is more than they could bear. Cornish folk are now priced out Of property by the sea. And through the blinded windows We see prosperity, Though now these streets are empty Except for you and me. A single, silent seagull Swoops upon its prey. Then verdant country greets us As we drive away And look back on the ghost town As silence mars the day. Francis Charters