Freaky Rico

He's Freaky, He's Rico, He's Freaky Rico. Crazy-ass riding a Pan chopper with no front brake taking pictures the whole time; I love it. Cheers for getting my ugly mug in Wild Magazine.

Holiday Snaps

I can't quite believe that in just 10 days we took about 500 photos; ah the joy of digital photography. Every once in a while it does the soul good to immerse oneself in the great outdoors and do wholesome activities rather than just music and motorbikes. Don't get me wrong- I took a guitar and was pining for a motorbike the whole time. Beyond that we climbed mountains, cycled over big hills, scrambled up and down avalanches (for want of a better word) and finally barbecued on beautiful white sandy beaches while smoking big cigars and drinking fine whiskey. Sure we had midges, a force 11 gail and some rain but I kid you not, the rest of the time was almost tropical. I also came back with some of the finast Harris Tweed known to man to satisfy my cloth fetish.

Kelvin

Alas, try as we might, we could not rescue this poor fellow from his misfortune; and he only 40 miles from his final objective- Folkestone to Stornoway by 1970s racer in the finest Harris Tweed. Broken down in Tarbert due to defective tyre.

Skye

August in Scotland infers midges, rain and deep fried food for some.
For me an Islay Single Malt and a Partagas D4 will have to suffice.
The sun shines on the righteous normally but today it's shining on me.

Secret weapons testing over Ullswater

Orange P7 One. Single speed. No bells, no whistles, all bike.

Hayride Cycle Cruise 2 (prologue)

This shot was taken by my lady riding pillion- on the fly and almost by mistake. It was taken just before the last video I posted and it tracks Dave as he goes through the pack; probably just after he's held the traffic for us all at a roundabout or some such malarkey. Great shot.

Hayride Cycle Cruise 2010

At about 2pm on Saturday 31st of July this was where it was at. If you weren't there you can watch this and try to dig the vibe of how cool it really was. Good times are usually followed by a hangover and feeling blue. The best of times leave you feeling high for a good long time. I'm still high as a kite from hanging out with the best people in the world riding the best bikes (and cars) like they were always intended to be ridden. The motors, the music, the clothes and the people make the Hayride an almost holy occasion for me. Hayride 2010 was the best.