I'm going down-hill fast

New 661 full face
New 100% race goggles
Beefier new frame
Same old bad line choice.

If you don't hear from me again, it's been nice.

Next stop the alps.

What I did on my holidays pt2...

What I did on my holidays...

The Highlands

It was shortly after this I found myself neither here nor there. The climb in was endless, mostly carrying my bike but when I stopped to look up and see if I could trace the call of wild stags I was struck by the serenity of being absolutely in the middle of nowhere. The downhill back to what they call civilisation round these parts was awesome bar one unfortunate and rather sudden stoppage in a drainage ditch.

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.