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  1. Relatively speaking I hardly knew Pete at all, I think we both happened to be on some god-awful FB group and he commented on a photo I’d posted up. Can’t remember what the photo was or exactly what he said but I’ll bet it was something unflattering………..and I’m guessing it also made me laugh. We discovered we were living fairly close and so we arranged to meet up after a few interchanges on the phone. I’ll never forget waiting for him to turn up at a cafe/bar in Barranda and as I sat there waiting I wondered what he’d be like. Fuck me, he was just as I imagined and it didn’t disappoint. He had the worst fitting pair of jeans I’d seen in a long time, a jacket that was way to big for him and a pair of boots that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a building site. What a scruffy fucker and as soon as he opened his gob out came the sing-song accent and I liked him instantly. We sat, we chatted and generally took the piss out of each other. He particularly like my black and white sportsbike boots. Off we went for a ride and we explored all kinds of abandoned shit. He took me down roads that were totally unsuited to my Kawasaki Z750 and he didn’t give a fuck. I laughed like a twat as I bounced along trying not to smash my balls into the tank; all the while he glided along on his gay Honda. It was his fault the zipper broke on my jacket and also his fault that the warning like came on. I think he liked the idea that he could will things to go wrong. We met up a few times over the course of a couple of years and it never failed to be entertaining. He thought his “street Spanish” was so good………I thought how funny it sounded as he never tried to hide his strong Welsh accent. He always referred to me as a Cockney Wanker and I didn’t mind that at all. He called me a cunt to my face and I knew we were kindred spirits because it just made me laugh out aloud. A few weeks ago he asked what I was doing at the weekend and I think he was hinting about meeting up. I couldn’t make it but sitting here now I regret not trying harder to take the time to go over and see him. I feel guilty and it makes me very sad. It feels like I let him down. If he’s watching me type this he’ll be thinking what a soft southern shite I am because it’s just brought a tear to my eye. So there you go, he came into my life out of the blue and very unexpectedly. He was a force of nature and certainly unique. He disappeared without warning and far too soon. I hope he knew I considered him to be a friend. A daft Welsh twat yes, but a friend nonetheless.
    12 points
  2. I met Pete online in 2002 I think, when I bought my Transalp 650. I had joined AdvRider at the time, and he just sent me a message on there to invite me to DualSport UK. At the time, he also had a Transalp 650 and was still living in Wales. It was a new thing to me, bike forums, and turns out I quite liked the small intimate group on a forum like that compared to the vastness of AdvRider or even Horizons Unlimited. It's the closest thing to a motorcycle club clubhouse there is online. I literally had started riding a few weeks before joining that forum I think, and started posting my first ride reports literally figuring out how to go on a motorcycle. I was happy to be amongst @modrover, @YamaHead, @Sir Fallsalot, @boboneleg, @Renegade, @Catteeclan, @yen_powell, @MooN, and even @Tym and @Buckster who gave me so much shit I considered leaving plenty of times. With some of those people a relationship grew to frequent communications outside of the forum. I did my first longer ride on a bike to meet @XTreme and Alie, now recently moved to southern Spain and in search of a place to live, before they settled on the house they've been in until now. Then a second meet up in their current house a couple of years later, in which he took a picture of me trying to kickstart his XT350, that picture haunted me to this day at every opportunity DSUK turned to Maximumbikes, then somehow I grew apart and the forum also disappeared and turned to a facebook thing, I think. Years later, I was very happy to get a second private message, again through AdvRider , as an invitation to join this current forum. My life had by then changed, as did I, and I talked a lot with Pete, he and his wife again becoming good friends, this forum has since then provided a needed internet home and I've used it to vent a lot. He loved that I posted my Morocco ride reports on here and I loved doing those too. He supported me during a few moments when he felt I was about to leave, keeping most of his opinions off the forum to try and avoid exits, because he loved to provide people with this space for them to gather around and didn't want anyone to leave on account of him. This forum is not going to be the same without him, and I doubt it'll survive without him, he pulled it forward with sheer enthusiasm. His over the top self confidence and absence of fear of ridicule were his favourite tools for the job, and you can't help but appreciate that. He and his wife are friends, real world friends, and I'm desolated she lost him in such a quick and surprising way.
    12 points
  3. This is the last of this kind of forum, Pete had a unique gift to make forums like these and put a lot of effort into driving them forward, proven by their decline once he hands them off to other people. Let’s hold this one together for him until the plug gets pulled and not let it go to hell in a hand cart.
    12 points
  4. I came across DSUK almost as it was morphing into maximum bikes I think,back in 2005, having made my life in France I was looking for an English speaking bike forum and had signed up to about 8 I think with the intention of seeing what I liked or not. Max bikes felt so much more like what I was used to in a local bike club, I stayed. Over the years I have been more or less active according to personal circumstances and available time. People on here have offered support through some difficult times, and definately some huge laughs and fascinating conversations amongst the inane banter that is the backdrop to it all. Much as it pains me to admit it. Pete has been the motor in the machine, and though others have had a hand in steering, or oiling the wheels, or applying the brakes, or filling the tank, when the motor is no longer in the frame the rest will struggle to keep the machine alive, no matter how good they are. Thanks for the ride Pete. ( you spicky ginger welsh twat)
    11 points
  5. In 2002 I was in a pretty low place. I'd had an accident the year before in which I lost my leg and now I was sitting at home after more surgery just moping around. I decided to get a PC and see if there was anything on the internet to brighten things up a bit. I came across a motorcycle forum that looked a good laugh and started to get to know some of the characters, @Buckster, @Renegade @YamaHead @MooN @Catteeclan @Pedro @Tym @Specs @Sir Fallsalot @yen_powell and many more (my apologies to anyone I've forgotten). They were an eclcectic bunch with all sorts of views but most of all no one took themselves too seriously . The guy who ran it @XTreme was my kind of man as @Saul says above, a straight talker but bloody funny at the same time. I can't tell you how much it lifted my spirits and it was my 'go to' forum. When Pete started this forum up I was so excited to catch up with old friends and carry on with the banter and meet (virtually) lots of new guys and gals as well. No other forum I've been on has ever matched any of Pete's creations, he led from the front and was always trying to keep things chugging along . Good luck today Pete an wherever you end up I'm certain you'll be having a laugh.
    11 points
  6. Can't believe it's already time for goodbye to such a good guy. Thanks for letting me know - you know who you are Always enjoyed your vibrant full of life opinionated self Pete, that's why I followed you to this dinosaur filled poop hole I think that was part of the fun we shared. A serious and light hearted touch in the same measure. If reincarnation is true then you're definitely off dog level Hope you enjoy the ginormous top box in the sky XXXXXXXXXXXX xxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx
    11 points
  7. Tomorrow, Pete's family will have a small family only ceremony in Granada, and then he will be cremated. His ashes will be brought home. They would rather not have anyone else there.
    11 points
  8. For the record, I’m not going to ask for a video link to the funeral. I’ve offered help, and Scott says they’ll reach out if they need anything.
    11 points
  9. Have just been chatting with Dawn and she said that Pete and Ogri will be up there setting the world to rights.
    10 points
  10. Ren, please tell Ali i am thinking of her.. If i can get some one to look after Pat i will go over. Not many people know much about me..But Pete, Phil and few others from the WSATC years ago Saved my life,,,i do mean saved me... They are all Nice folk. RIP Pete. Lyn.
    10 points
  11. I don’t have admin access or control of the domain name, software and hosting, without that I can do nothing in the long term. I could set another place up at some point but we would lose everything here, as I say, this is not the time to think about this.
    10 points
  12. I guarantee he is in my prayers.
    10 points
  13. A week ago he was riding the gay moped exploring abandoned shit and indulging is secret liaisons with midgets. I also know he was looking at getting a new bike. Now he’s gone. Just shows how fragile life is. My thoughts are with his family, especially his wife, this really is a shock. I know he would expect me to say this so I won’t let him down. Wouldn’t have happened if @Six30 had got the mod gig.
    10 points
  14. this has been a long time coming as it is something that I have been wanting to do for a fair few years now. I originally planned this as a solo trip, but things change and a couple of mates tagged along, one for the whole thing and one ( + wife and dog) for the Normany part but not the "there and back" bit. With unstable spring weather and unsure of my own ability to ride km in a day and still be able or willing to set up a tent in shit weather, I booked what they call a "cyclo tent" in the municipal campsite in Bayeux. It cost me 90 odd € for the 3 nights and as it has é beds and my mate Manu came along Ionly paid half of it . It's a kind of semi rigid tent, and looks like this: ( that's Manu in the pic with his RT1100 The campsite is well organised (but everybody's GPS sends them to the swimming pool and not thecamp site) well maintaine and equipped with new, clean and heated shower / toilet block. t's half an hours ride from any of the invasion beaches and all the main sites, i'd recommend it if you're thinking of going. The ride North from here on wednesday went almost without a hitch, the weather had changed radically for the better and I left home ataround 08h30. I met up with Manu as planned, at a petrol stationjust this side of Joigny on the N6. We then headed eastwards toward Montargis and Orleans, rounding Orleans to the south and then turning northeast towrds Chateaudun where we stopped for lunch. Top Tip for eating rapidly in France: Get to the restaurant by 12h00 at the latest (11:45 is better) cos the french feed from 12 to 2 and the ALL arrive, en masse at 12h00. We got there at 11h45 so were pretty much first in, first served and first out. as we left at 12:45 they were still queuing at the door and more were still arriving. It being a Looooooong weekend, the whole country and his significant other were on the roads (Including, much to my surprise a large number of citroen 2CV, many pulling caravans FFS! I failed to get a picture of this, as I was too busy trying to not fall of my bike from the surprise!) From chateaudun we moved ever north and east, through Nogent le Rotrou, Mortagne au Perche, Sees, Argentan and Falaise (not only famous for the "Falaise Pocket" but also the home of William the conquerer, whos chateau is still visitable (looks like I'm going to have to come back here...) We stopped fro a break and a coffee in Falaise, as I had planned the only autoroute usage of the trip from here to Bayeux, as it would be getting on fot rushhour as we approached Caen at this stage we'd been on the road for nearly 7 hoursand I just wanted to get to the end. From Falaise north, the Autoroute is a "voie rapide" similar the the autoroutes in Britanny so no toll, but with a speed limit of 110kph rather than the 130 of the toll roads, but that's fine as the tiger is probably at hermost comfortable at this speed. The traffic around Caen was bad, and I had to resort to lane splitting with is "tolerated" inFrance and codified but not legally. It isnot something I'm very comfortable with as I never need to filter in the part of the world I live in, but most of the drivers being Parisien, it was surprisingly easy, you just sit on the white line between the two outer lanes and the cars open a passage for you like Moses parting the red sea! My ride plan had us arriving at the campsite at 17:15 and we pulled up at the gate at 17: 14 which had the other couple who were waiting for us accusing me of witchcraft (the french are not good at punctuality, for the most part...) we strolled into Bayeux for a feed that evening, and back along the river Up and out early the next morning wanting to beatthe crowds. We're one month away from the 80th anniversary celebrations and its a bank holiday weekend of 5 days AND the weather is glorious... 1st up; the Merville Battery and museum, you can look it up for specifics. It was aninteresting visit and the information dotted around the site was very instructive and complete. The Dakota parked in front of the Hangar is known as the "SNAFU special" so I had to translate that for all and sundy as it was the only thing not translated on the information boards . Again, we were almost first in, but by the time we laft, the car park was full and there was a 15minute queue at the entrance to the museum. We moved back down the estuary and river to Bénouville and the site of Pegasus Bridge. I believe the first objective of the invasion and the first attack by glider born troops. The 3 glider pilots in question managed to place their machine so perfectly after a 5 mile glide that it is still today considered to be one of the greates feats of airmanship of the war. The original bridge has been replaced, but is still intact and the museum has been built around it They also have built a scale model of one of the Horta gliders used, from the original plans. I was so overawed by the sheer balls of any of the blokes who dared to actually fly inone of them, that i forgot to take any pictures. None of the original gliders have survived intact. This tank did though (built a little moe solidly I think) Iwas intrigued by the graduations painted on the turret. Aparrently it was to enable an exterior spotter to give precise firing directions to the gunner inside. We ate at the restaurant "Les 3 Planeurs" right beside the bridge, good food and reasonably priced. Again, we managed to keep one step ahead of the crowds. By the time we got the "The Grand Bunker" at Ouistreham things were getting crowded. This bunker was a command post with fire direction for the germanshore batteries and was not constructed with the ease of movement of hundreds of tourists inmind... interesting though, and an extensive collection of parephanalia, from an original landing craft to communication equippement and telemetry gear for ranging guns. this is hand canked air filtration system in case of gas attack The rest of the days activities, I had planned to be outdoors, as I struggle to deal with crowds in small spaces, so we moved on to The british memorial at Ver sur Mer and this is where I got the title "Standing with Giants" you canlook that up too https://www.standingwithgiants.co.uk/#:~:text=The 1%2C475 giants reflect the,April 2024 - 31st August 2024. you can see the remains of the Mulberry harbours at Arromanches in the background. moving mong the silouettes, reading the history, the phrase "standing among giants" becomes achingly apt. Having been somewhat subdued by the Ver sur Mer memorial we moved on to Arromanches, cos I wanted to see the remains of the Mulbery harbours, the dog wanted to run on th sand and we all wanted an ice cream or cold beer... or possibly both! The tide was pretty much out so good timing. What with the sun and the sear air and all the rest I slept prety soundly that night. Next day, up and at'em early again tobe amongthe first visitors to the Us cemetery at Colville sur Mer. If I remember correctly, this was the first US military cemetary of the war and is the larges US military Cemetary outside the US with 9433 soldiers buried here and the names of a further 1500 odd names of soldiers lost but not found or identified. As with all such places it is very sobering. The organisation is impressive and clearly top notch. The parking attendant told us they were expecting 10,000 visitors per day leading up to the 80th anniversary with apeak of 12.000 at the weekends and 14 to 15,000 on the -th June. They have car parking for about half that... needless to say, there was a vehicle queue of about 2 miles when we left. we had a quick look at Omaha beach and moved on to the Point du Hoc https://www.abmc.gov/Pointe-du-Hoc some of the bunkers have survived almot unscathed but the ground has beenlaft pretty much as it was in '44 and the depth and size of the craters gives some inkling into the destructive power of a battery of 14 inch naval guns (of the USS texas I believe) The fact that the rangers managed to scale those cliffs, locate the guns (that had beenmoved), take the battery and hold it for tw days untill support arrived, absolutely beggars belief. Grandcamp Maisey for lunch, where Manu's bike managed to punch a hole right throgh the pavement with its side stand and fall over into the road... my helpful comments about just another german making holes in the Normandy villages were, surprisingly, not appreciated... we wpent most of the afternoon at the mairee sorting out damage reports and insurance claims for both pavement and bike. the damage o the bike was, fortuately, only cosmetic and the third member of our party being an insurance agent, obviously helped in avoiding any unneccessary palaver. Having lost a lare part of the afternoon in this manner we sadly had to pass over the museum at Omaha beach, contenting ourselves with a visit to the beach itself, or part of it, but it nowbeing high y=tide there was not much of it to se so we pushed on to St Mere Eglise, with it's iconic 3john Steel" parachutist dummy hangng from the church, as per the film "The Longest Day". The event did effectively happen in real life, though somewhat differently from the film. The village manages to generate 200,000 visitors a year from a rubber dummy and some parachute materiel. It was the only time during the trip that I thought things had been allowed to get a little out of contro and border on the distateful.
    10 points
  15. Dear @Buckster , due to @XTreme's trip to the hospital it means WE are in charge now. These twat's better shape up now. Any nonsense and we'll get the cards out and issue some holidays . Sorry to send you this on a PM but it's best they don't know
    10 points
  16. These places don't even show up on Google Maps.......so I don't where I was exactly. I suspect most of this in Murcia! I was out for about four hours with temps around 30C, and still managed not to go beyond my 6 mile limit. If only I had a van! Nevertheless I wobbled off on my gay moped. It was my first run since hitting 70, and I'm pleased to report that I was riding just as badly as I was before I was 70. I went from Granada province, into Almeria, and then into Murcia. When I crossed into Murcia I found an abandoned restaurant! About 15 minutes going cross country I found more ruins! Further along the road there was more...... And then I came across a complete block of abandoned buildings! And I was so glad I had a top box! Cos when you stop is when you really feel the heat! This is the point most of you (especially @Skippy) would bottle it......but I just take it in my stride! Obviously there's been somebody living here at some point! So there we go......something for you lot to aspire to. I'll just mention in passing that I saw Tony the Tools (who's recently moved out of the town) recruiting for his new bike gang on FB......obviously no invite for me. Not that I'd even consider it obviously, because my idea of motorcycling is somewhat different to others. But it just goes to show that the current generation of motorcyclists just can't hack it in the company of Old School Greasers! Tell 'em @Renegade!
    10 points
  17. I left home to go and meet up with Sofia to help guide one of her motorcycle tours. Meeting in Tras os Montes, near the inner North Portuguese border, where we'd meet her client the next day. Hardly no stops this day as I left later than planned. Did take back roads to get there though, before meeting with Sofia at Pocinho, by the Douro river. A stop on the way over to take a look at an access road to a farmhouse where we'd stop a few days later. It's quite steeper than it looks on pictures, surface not maintained as it's basically a work service road for vineyards. It's really the sort of stuff I love to ride on but not to everyone's taste. We had been enjoying almost summer like weather during the previous 2 or 3 weeks, but the forecast was changing and I rode through a few showers on the way there. Spirits were high and I was met with a ham sandwich upon arrival. Sofia had two british friends riding down as well, doing the north of Portugal in dirt roads and mostly off tarmac tracks, we were to meet them for a coffee since we had now time to spare before our destination for the night. Met up in a little village, and I took a few pictures while we waited. We ended up waiting more than anticipated because it turns out they were coping with a rear tire puncture. Eventually they arrived, their bung didn't do it repairing the puncture and it had a slow leak. Considering this a saturday afternoon in the middle of nowhere, and that most shops around would be closed on sunday, I gave it a go using my trusty repair kit. It worked like a charm, they carried on with the trip and it's still going strong today. While all this went on, the weather changed again and a heavy rain arrived. We waited a little while having a coffee. We made it home for our room for the night later than scheduled and after the last bit of the ride being in cold rain. Went to have dinner at my favourite restaurant, a proper beef rib perfectly cooked on coal. Happy times! That night we stayed in an old lady's little air b n b style place in a farm house, the bikes enjoyed the night inside the farm size garage, most garages in this area are big enough for full size tractors to drive in and our with trailers, so the GS could barely fit in. Contrary to previous weeks, this night temperatures were already quite low with a minimum of 0ºC. We rode off at around 4º or 5º in search of a cafe to have breakfast in, we weren't in a hurry because we were only expecting to meet up with Sofia's client by mid afternoon. Didn't make it 3 or 4 km down the road when we came upon a french guy with a fallen down Transalp 750. He dropped it parking on the side of the road, and couldn't get it back up. After lifting the bike, I managed to put his sidecase back on, it had both broke the lid and the mechanism that locks it onto the bike. Sofia had a strap that was used to then hold it all together, can't say I rate Honda's luggage very high after that incident. We did spend some time having coffee, then going to fuel up the bikes, and then already in the afternoon went to visit a village right near the border waiting for time to pass. Weather was cold and rainy. Eventually we found this warm little place for a snack and to get away from the cold. Will post almost no pictures of the tour itself as most of them feature a person that doesn't deserve to be shown in this forum , however, the next couple of days were blessed with big clouds and the odd threat of rain but overall really nice conditions to be out on bikes, if it had been in January. First day Our stop for a picnic lunch: And final stop point for the night, right before the hotel and dinner: Next day, we made it up to Portugal's highest point, only a brief rain shower on the way there, but overall great conditions. Even had lunch by a lake under glorious sun. The road up the mountain: Up there the temperatures were around 0º when we got there at around 14:30 to 15:00, pretty cold but the big clouds and brisk air made for great views. Up there it's often foggy and you can't see anything. Going down the mountain the other side, we took a little dirtroad. I went ahead to check if it was muddy, it wasn't. I wasn't happy to have this face off with a local cow, who wasn't happy to face a noisy bike either. We spent that night at an amazing place with a couple of horses. They're friendly enough but are of a wild breed, not really for riding, and like to take nibbles at your hands. Will continue later on or tomorrow, don't have that many pictures to post but there will be something.
    10 points
  18. My brother who's quite an accomplished spanner twirler as he's a helicopter crew chief....is also an avid spanish motorcycle fan. He's had a handful of Bultacos in the past & nowadays he's been building an Ossa 250 trials bike from scratch. Customized to fit his 6'-2" frame & following along the lines of a Mick Andrews replica. He just sent me this pic of his work in progress....I might add that he built the frame, airbox, kick start lever & pipe(next on the task list) himself, which is a pretty light package....& those gold wheels are the stock rims from my XT6 SuMo. He amazes me with his mad skills...
    10 points
  19. I am sure this will be classed as gay but I don’t really care. I wanted to say something about Pete. It's funny but even though we never met I have come to look on him as a friend who I spoke to most days. Please you that knew him much longer and better than me do the same, I and I am sure others would like to read it. I liked his manner and the way he would call me out for being a cunt when I was, straight talking honest friends are rare and should be valued. Sometimes you need to look at yourself and what you are doing. He ran this website well and showed a tolerance and the same friendship to some character’s with pretty extreme views not just because of what they could offer to the place. Also because he saw value in them and their views. I liked that, regularly talking to people I would not in most walks of life is a good and valuable learning experience. That environment Pete created with his forceful personality. If you can get by In this sometimes harsh forum it makes you a stronger person in everyday normal life, I liked that too. Interesting place run by an Interesting Guy. I liked his consistent hatred of most things Chinese and Indian unless he was buying them, his quick fire consistent POS posts made me laugh. His refusal to see any value in the same unless of course it was something he bought. Bloody Negatron but Funny Guy. Also I think sometimes we forget of the time and effort and finance he put into this place, because he believed in it and it was his creation. To our benefit of course. Oh and the last thing that I liked was talking to him was often like taking a trip back the the 1970’s with his views and some outlooks on life, my formative years that I look back on with fondness for all the flaws of the time. Good Guy Hopefully we can continue in this forum and stop it going to hell in a hand basket, which it may very well do without him. Pete a friend I’m going to miss. The self proclaimed Rugged Individualist. Cheers Shad Man
    9 points
  20. I first me Pete on "The Forum that shall not be mentioned". I guess that it was around 2011ish. Obviously there were our interactions on the main forum, but we also took some of our discussions onto DM's to bitch about some of the twats there! We shared similar political beliefs also, which we obviously couldn't discuss there. I drifted away from that forum, but received a message from Pete inviting me to join this place, which seemed like a good idea at the time! But, as it was driven mainly by him, it took a different path to other forums that I'd been on and that was quite refreshing. Unorthodox, much like Pete! We occasionally exchanged DM's as I saw him as a friend and kindred spirit, where we bitched about the state of the world! I lost my biking mojo a little while ago and was surprised to receive a phone call from Pete, asking if everything was OK with me. He genuinely cared for everyone on here. Mind you, his opening words to me were: " Fuck me, Bob. I didn't have you down as a cockney wanker!" It was the first, and last, time that we'd actually spoken together. I hope that we can hold this place together in his memory, but we have to resign ourselves to the fact that it won't be the same without him at the helm. Keep dodging those puddles, mate!
    9 points
  21. Feels strange to not see some thought provoking possibly acidic posts from Pete here this morning as he invariably kicked the week off and got everyone posting. It occurred to me that we have lost one of the old guard, we have seen a lot of this over the years in the motorcycle scene, some from natural causes, some bike accidents, other more tragic events like Chopstick Jim. It is the consequence of getting older that you see people pass on. In Pete’s case he will be missed because quite simply he was a giant in the online motorcycle scene, he had a unique way of bringing people together online. Unlike just about everyone else who runs forums, Pete never took himself too seriously, he was as fair game for piss taking as anyone else. I’m half expecting to find he has been interned in a crypt built in the shape of a Shad top box and still slightly smaller than the one fitted to his bike. The internet seems a little quieter this morning and the world feels a little emptier.
    9 points
  22. Fred just gave me the dreadful news. I saw Pete’s posts on FB and like most thought that he was over the worst of it. All very sad.
    9 points
  23. I’ve sent them this: Phil from Wales and all the people from the motorcycle forum have you guys in their thoughts. and sent a link to here. I think it’s enough with having the man deal with me on top of everything else. If any of you want his phone number (Pete’s) that’s all I can do for now.
    9 points
  24. Yes, Phil. I’ll do my best which is to send Pete a whatsapp, Scott has his phone I think. I have thought of calling but don’t think I’ll impose.
    9 points
  25. Usyk done it Pete.!! Know he liked his boxing and wasn't keen on the fury's... and he missed the big fight yesterday.... he would of enjoyed seeing Fury getting beat... what a sad fucking day today is.
    9 points
  26. Ride In Peace my old mate....you've always been good to me....I'll never forget when you called me @ home some years ago....Peach of a Human!
    9 points
  27. I saw this the other day and this morning I was going to post it up on here because I knew it would make Pete laugh out loud. However, then I read Pedro’s post and it seemed pointless and irrelevant. However, now the sad news has sunk in I’m starting to remember Pete’s sick sense of humour and I think he’d appreciate it anyway. Here you go Pete, you daft Welsh twat.
    9 points
  28. RIP Old friend. You will never be forgotten mate.
    9 points
  29. Truly saddened by this news. Let's keep the forum going and make Pete proud of us.
    9 points
  30. I for one would like this place to continue if it's only for the memory of Pete...have no idea about the cost for operating such a place...but if anything you need Buck or Bob...that is if someone takes the role of admistrator...
    9 points
  31. Without Pete driving it I’m not sure it can continue, anyone can set up a forum but not everyone can run one effectively.
    9 points
  32. Now out of ICU and in the cardiology ward.
    9 points
  33. 9 points
  34. Morning arrived with rain, and plenty of it And under that weather we first tried some small country roads in the mountains, to then escape that with a beeline to the hotel for that evening. Arriving earlier than planned, we took a look at the local porcelain factory and museum. Took this picture just for you lot That evening we stayed in a lovely hotel, and caught an uber to go out for a typical great meal. All was well, in the morning we left with a promise of improving weather, but somehow that turned the other way and got worse. I, in a flash of optimism caused by some brief visions of blue skies turned up a mountain and that turned out to be a big mistake. Up there the promise of blue skies quickly turned into dark low clouds, and after a few minutes, snow fall. I didn't stop for pictures, the snow was falling quite heavily and the roads were suddenly with 4 to 5 cm of it, I was worried that by stopping it would quickly get to unrideable conditions, plus the mood wasn't for stopping and enjoying the views. Slowly, but as quickly as possible, we went down the mountain and out of the snow, to dive into a restaurant and warm up with hot soup and a great grilled steak. Properly warmed up, again we pointed the bikes towards a warm shower, made it to Porto in little more than an hour, that night we ate some tapas and listened to a little Fado. Next morning arrived, and we were heading up the Douro river. As we got ready to get out of the underground parking garage, we could hear the rain starting to pour outside A few moments, later, stopped in a very wet Porto while people were putting on their rain overalls. Two or three hours later of riding under lots of rain, we reached the high Douro and stopped to enjoy a deserved break in the weather. Clouds were moving very quickly, so whatever sunshine we had was brief. We rode the other 30 to 45 minutes up to our stay for the night, in a farmhouse, and braved the last kms of farm service roads. Great views on the roads to get there and upon destination. Over a nice meal watered with the farm's own wine, we ended our tour. The following day we faced some more moody skies on the way back home.
    9 points
  35. Today may well have been the last ride of my Sixties as rain is forecast for the weekend. Incredible that I've ridden through my Teens, Twenties, Thirties, Forties, Fifties, and Sixties without suffering Death and Dismemberment! In fact, I've never even managed to break a bone or get laid up in Hospital. And I've never totaled any of the 67 bikes, or made an Insurance claim. It seems that nothing went according to the script......I'll have to try harder I suppose! Anyway, this run was to Juan Cortes in Baza to get my centre stand fitted! So here's some stuff from the showroom.......and I have to say that the Rieju Aventura was spectacular! It really ticked all the boxes........except for one! The engine! In case you weren't aware, Rieju are a long established Spanish company who in the past had mainly used Yamaha engines! Now they're using fucking Chinkies! So they've got this stunning looking machine......and then they fuck it all up by sticking a POS Chinkie motor in it! And here's the end result of the trip......centre stand fitted! And it was fitted for free as a birthday present! I also got hugs and kisses from the young lady in the office as well. Passed hundreds of bikes going in the opposite direction on the way back.....all headed to the MotoGP in Jerez! Much as I'd love to be living the dream back there with you guys......I think I'll keep suffering it out over here!
    9 points
  36. I've met the guy when he was a kid maybe 20 years ago, we said nothing but a few words to each other back then, I am not a person he's close to. I really don't feel confortable asking him questions just out of curiosity, Pete was in hospital after a heart attack so the medical specifics of it aren't really important to me. I have asked him to give Pete's wife my number, in case she needs a friend to talk to over whatever it might be.
    8 points
  37. @Pedro once things have settled down a bit for Pete's son would you be able to ask him what happened, i'm sure everyone here as well as myself would also like to know
    8 points
  38. No not had time to do anything, skye wants my attention all day and Leo doesn't fucking sleep at night and I haven't had a moment to myself all weekend, I'm not making excuses but for now the video isn't at the top of my priority list, so just be patient you bunch of cock gobblers
    8 points
  39. Haven't been here before although it's only a few miles up the road but plenty to see.
    8 points
  40. Cooling off after a round trip to Costa with my youngest. Most expensive chain lube I didn’t get. Only popped out for lube but they never had any so then the Costa monkey was in want. To be fair she is good company but it always seems to cost me.
    8 points
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