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Had a great ride today but only took a few photos Stopped here waiting for the rest of the group to come back as they went the wrong way. I done this lane a few months ago and thought it was for the first time That was until i got to this barn, once i saw the dummies in the windows it all came back to me but it was probably 12 years ago the last time i done it No idea what the the story is about them or if there is a story Only other photo is of Yoshi fixing a front puncture he done it in 10 minutes unfortunately it went flat again towards the end of the ride. There was plenty with Gopros on so might get some videos later

Keith-Roy, the man I knocked out despite missing his face with my fist. As I said, one of life's c*nts. My bike club was camping at a place called Wormshill in Kent, this wanker had been plaguing me all day, especially as he got drunker. We were playing football, well the others were, I can't even kick it straight, and he thought it was hilarious to keep charging into my side and sending me flying a few times. The last but final time he caught me with an elbow on the ribs which hurt a bit so I said to him if he did it again I would do him a mischief. Trouble is, I am rubbish at anything like that. He took it as a challenge and barged at me before I'd even finished walking away so I swung my fist at the lovely target of his face and bloody missed, catching him across the throat with my forearm.. He fell over anyway and knocked himself out for about a minute. Only one person actually saw it, they were charging about after the ball, Keith (the priest), he said nothing. Everyone else thought he had just collapsed. I ran and got my camera and got a picture as they were checking him out. Unfortunately he woke up and crawled about a bit looking for his glasses and then sat at the side for a while. He lives in the wilds of Wales now....you're welcome to him. The picture is a photograph of a photograph on a pin board in the garage, hence the blue pin and the sliver of Alsation pup at the bottom (Leibe).

Had the kids home for dinner yesterday so had a mad binge on the house as it's been a mess with decorating and kitchen cabinets etc. Only time I've seen the bikes is when squeezing past to get to something.

Seems im doing fuckalll this weekend so far...

Had a great ride today on the Himalayan. It was really rainy, which was awesome.....the gravel was great and the back roads were empty. I forgot how much I love riding in the rain....

'tis. but the point ia that I don't OWE it to anyone . if you think that's massive, wait till you see the ride report, the more I write the more pompous sounding and long winded it gets

Nice today, went for a ride, got tired pretty fast, came home...More pics of the caddy...

This is a story told to me by my late Mum about my Dad. Both my Mum and dad lived in the same road as children, Goresbrook Avenue in Dagenham, not far from the large Ford factory. Apparently when my dad was little, say 3 or 4, his much older brother was due to get married. It was late in the war so rationing was going on and a second hand suit had been purchased and was being lovingly repaired, ironed and prepared in the front room. My Grandad had cycled off early in the morning to the newsagent at The Heathway to get his Sunday paper. As he was pedalling back there was a large explosion that blew him off his bicycle, possibly a V1 or V2 nearby on the green. Unhurt he got back on and pedalled back home only to find the houses, including his, all missing their windows and doors. My Nan and my Dad were both still in bed when my Grandad left so he was in a panic that they had been hurt by the flying glass. When he jumped off his pushbike to run into the house he couldn't get up the stairs as the front door was wedged half way up and jammed at an angle there. He was calling out as he wrestled with the door to get past it before finally running into the back bedroom where my Dad should have been. He wasn't there so he went into the front bedroom and found my Nan and Dad in bed with glass all around them, but unhurt. There was a piece of metal buried in the wall just above the headboard. My Nan used to tell my Mum that my Dad had saved her life because he had come into the room complaining of belly ache whilst she was sitting up in bed with her head where the metal fragment would have hit. She had let him into the bed and they had both laid down in the hope he would go back to sleep not long before the explosion. My grandad was relieved until he checked out the rest of the house ands found the suit for the wedding had gone. He was convinced a neighbour had been in and stolen it whilst he was upstairs sorting everything out and clearing up glass so my Nan and Dad could get out of bed without slicing their feet up. The suit's location was revealed when the first fire of of Autumn was lit and smoke filled the room choking everyone. The pressure from the blast had sucked it up the chimney. Goresbrook Road today, the green (and the Gore stream) it faces is on the right.

What an amateur! If he was a Jack he'd have got away with the wood, the LandRover and the security guard's wallet!

To follow on from this my father decided to have second attempt at getting some sheets of plywood, on this attempt he spotted the security guards land rover headlights approaching as he was half way across the site with a sheet of plywood, so to hide he lay in a cold damp tractor rut with the sheet of plywood on top of him. The security guard stopped right where he lay got out and patrolled the area with his flashlight then got back in his land rover and just sat there for the best part of an hour before he moved on. Again the old man came home empty handed too cold and wet to bother with the plywood

Trying to talk Mandi into getting out for a bit. Not going well as her condition is in a flare up. Joints hurting etc. Maybe a poodle round in the car then.

When I first got involved with the bike club here there was a guy from Avallon who, at the age of 55 had never been further a-field than Dijon. he came with us to Strasbourg, to the Jura mountains, to the atlantic coast, the Puy de Dome, and so on and so forth. Each time he was like a little kid with a new toy, had no idea the country was so big or so varied...

After 12 hours yesterday I've not far off finished the new site I'm doing, so I'll be out today!

Summer Days Gone By As the warm days of summer start to fade into cooler evenings and crisp mornings in the northern hemisphere, I thought it would be fun to do a short video to capture the feeling of the sun in the forest and the wispy clouds rolling by on those warm summer days that have now gone by.

well at least it keeps us moving , and back on it tomorrow

That's nothing, you should meet a rural mouth breather from shit nowhere Canada....... I've got that covered......we have losers here too......lol

I'm sure Canada has it's fair share of mongs like this as well, i know Spain has at least one from Swansea there

Nice one Fred, how many fag stops did you have for Yoshi or has he given up the tabs now

Me and Strange Dave on the right just after finishing our first Cambrian Rally, me on a borrowed Honda CRM 250. Borrowed an hour before the start because I broke my DR. Strange Dave crashed into the back of me when I suddenly stopped after realising I was off the marked track and in a live firing area and we both went flying. I told him to turn and ride back, then I made sure to follow at a safe distance and only where he had already ridden. Three northern bikers who came and rescued me and Colin (Lazy Eye) when we were in a Glossup pub with fights breaking out every 10 minutes. The man on the left walked over and asked if we were here for the Great Northern Bike Show in Manchester. he then said we could come to his corner, we'd be safe there as they 'took' it last week. They met us the next morning and led us all the way to the show.

Randoms Me in Ireland demonstrating how quiet the roads are. Me on Pendine Sands, attempting to break the land speed record, which is apparently what people do there.

Me on the left next to Keith, the man who later became (and still is) a priest. Also the man who started the fight with three blokes on the train that got me a broken nose and him a broken jaw. I loved those jeans of mine. Snow was not forecast when we set out for the rally we are at. Same rally. Keith on the left. Martin on the right sitting on his gas board blue GS750. He is also the bloke I was helping yesterday to extract a TS250 from the collapsed shed. Kevin (Wombat) on the left. Martin on the GS and behind him a bloke called Keith-Roy (a proper proper cunt). I have a picture of Keith-Roy unconscious on my garage wall right now, my only successful knock out. No skill, I missed his head when trying to punch him in the face, which jarred my shoulder joint badly, BUTt my forearm went across his throat and he fell over backwards and knocked himself out. Keith and Wombat next to my CX

The man who taught me to ride a motorbike on the left, Kevin (Wombat) with his recently bought Honda Silverwing. The bloke standing like a gonk to the right is Colin (lazy eye) the man who was in the T.A. later and persuaded me to have my bottom violated by the doctor. Also the bloke who had all his flat emptied by a vengeful wife. Colin (Lazy eye) again when we went paintballing. I believe that is actually Vandal from the scrap yard in the overalls behind him, he came along a few times.

My old girlfriend's dad in the left, the man with the racist name N***er. The man who shat his trousers and tried to walk home from Maldon in new shoes. The only picture I have of him and not a very good one either. He is standing next to a bloke who always seemed to be in trouble with the police but they could never pin anything on him. In the end he did 6 months in Pentonville for continually driving on a ban. My 1st GPz750 sitting next to N***er's dog kennel where his two Alsations lived. Had to get it there by wobbling through a gravel drive that never ever got compacted. The poxy gravel drive in front of his bungalow, his yard and garages were behind it. Next door to the right was a mobile crane yard. The bedroom window on the right was my girlfriends and one morning whilst everyone was still asleep a dopy crane driver managed to cause his driverless mobile crane to roll through the concrete fence. he managed to get in the cab and kill the engine just before it demolished the corner of the house. The grass was very torn up with deep ruts afterwards.

Found some old photos, not very good but all I have. Scrap yard pictures My boss Vandal on his spectroscope (aka Little Frank). The man who bought the sex toy then went off sick with a severed tendon. Vandal (Little Frank) annoyed that I am taking a picture when I should be working. Some bloke I took a picture of down by the river side end of the yard. No idea who he is at all Tony the yard foreman on my favourite forklift.

Normally, for most Canadians that would be true. But I live on a small coastal area only accessible by ferry or plane.... So I KNOW SMALL........TRUST ME!!......Only one main road here, hence why I took to the gravel, a lot more options.

Very similar indeed. I feel that way about Wales, I could live there.

The flat tyre did the smoking for him.

he hardly smokes at all now I don't think i saw him have one yesterday

Bikes what’s a bike? I think I remember, I’ll have to have a look in the shed.

Nice one @Grasshopper's Ride, lovely countryside

Nothing says more about a Motorcyclist than a Ride Report!

That is so similar to where i live but obviously on a much larger scale, i think Canada is one of the few places i could live without feeling homesick

Dummies in windows? That's a new one on me!

Fantastic Michelle!

September can get very wet, Pete. I keep getting adverts on Facebook from the government giving advice on what to do and how to prepare for flooding, so I'm guessing that we're in for some pretty wild weather coming up.

Went to the beach today, but unfortunately no bikes involved. Weather is looking a bit shit for the next week or so, so runs on the bike may be limited then too!

It might be a blassing in diguise though Chris, you may end up having a job that's much easier on your body

Well, I wasn't going to put it in, but he seemed to know me in the picture and looks a happy sort.

So you go round taking photos of men you don't know?

Rugby game tomorrow (1st game in nearly 18 months) then the rest will consist of recovering from said game with as little movement as possible

I've used yahoo mail for years and had no bother with it.........so far!

Hi Harley Lady, good to have another Harley rider here as the we’ve got at the moment is a bit dodgy