Spring

Well, it would appear that Spring is just about sprung but less like an exquisite Jack-in-the-box and more like a rusty old mattress in a flop house. Nevertheless, My thoughts once again turn to the open road and the roar of an engine. I'm not sure where the road will lead this year but I am sure it will be the road less travelled.

Here are a few pictures of what this spring has meant to me; lots of riding of the unpowered kind including a few visits to the roof of the world. But I must stress that I have been very careful to balance my exercise program... with beer.

The End of the Road

I'd been watching far too much TV and I had plenty to get on with, but I also had a very sore head on a very nice day. I had to blast the cobwebs out and get some place, any place... I let the bike take me somewhere- I just shut my brain down and let her ride. The road got narrower and then ran out completeley, turning to the mud left by melted snow. I was cold to the bone with the sun heating up the waxed cotton as I stood still. Five or so paces from the bike I dropped my helmet to the ground, turned and shot from the hip.......