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I have no idea who this guy is but just tell him to FUCK OFF

What’s the back story on this friendship with Kraut @Clive did you meet during the war ?

I’ve been out for a walk with my son and the neighbours dogs, fecked now.

I feel sick now …

Went out for a ride this morning, went to Damerells then Padstow and then followed the A39 (Atlantic Highway FFS) to Camelford then onto Bodmin Moor at Davidstow. Just a stunning place to be. Got lost for 30 minutes or so but knew it was all good when I found St Breward. Onto Blisland then down the A30 to Bodmin.

What !!!! Feckin posh bugger

Yeah I’m obviously going wrong by not voting for my own bike

Get in …

He’s nearly 14 … and it shows now Bob

Nooo, I just told him that we have no sleeping facilities for him, which is not a lie because we have a table and chairs in our spare room now... Will welcome him for a day visit then he can return to the Harwich B&B.

You are lucky the beast didn't get you, then again it probably prefers less butt ugly food.

Where does it say there you can keep up?

He ain’t.

Grand

Decking pish bugger

Nice pics …. I wouldn’t go that far though

Close...met him in 2008 at a scoot meet in Wuppertal (Germany).... it was fine while he was in Germany and me here in the UK...... but then he started coming to the UK...

hide in your attic until it’s all over Anne … I mean @Clive

Smoker 500 from ThumpStar....

Another slick looking AI car....

Bubba sure could Ride....

And?

He goes to bed at 9pm every night, and gets up at 5am prompt.... spends 45 mins in the bathroom, then sits waiting for us to get up and make him a cup of tea, which must be Decaf, and comment that he had to wait a hour or so till we got up, and he only eats a German breakfast (cheese & ham) At 1pm he goes for a hours sleep every day, and complains if there are any noises.

I never went that far west, but did like to travel through Dartmoor National Park, which to me looked quite like that. Nice!

I’ll have you know I live in the Garden of England you 7 fingered Twat

That's no so bad given his age and the fact that your tribe lives in the equivalent of Gaza.

Almost.....Gundolf. Last time he came he asked us to take him to a pub for food & drinks, guess who paid for it? And he likes to brag how rich he is, he will be getting others pay for his food & drinks...... Iam hoping it pisses down while he is in the UK and he won't come here.

Him or the bike .........

No 523 had it chipped and supercharged , faster than the one guy Martin made

The rain this morning did not do much, the grass is brown, and it sounds like iam walking on Corn Flake when I walk on the lawn.

Yesterday evening, me and Sofia visited the Ericeira Custom Festival, it’s on the edge of town so we walked there. It’s the second time it happens, so a pretty young event, but this year it’s already atracting lots of people and the rumble of bikes coming in and out of town is a welcomed novelty for me. Had a nice Burguer, and then the sunset made the light become really pretty pretty a bit. A Dutch tuner was there, with an ST running the 132 engine, tested at 167hp Some painters, airbrush artists, and small bike customizers too. Joaquim Rodrigues’ Dakar helmet The paintwork on this was insane: It was an evening well spent.

Me and Sofia spent a couple of days in Espinho for my little brother's birthday before going on a ride around the North of Portugal. Having a day with no plans, we went to look at bike dealerships in and around Porto, with a stop for a very typical northern lunch, something Sofia rarely gets to experience since she's rarely in Porto. First, getting her seated on some nice GSs And then the bike I really went there to see, I am going to try and take one for a testride and see what it's like, looks nice in person: And then, a nice lunch of Rojões: The restaurant on the outside, it's a locals' non touristic spot: And then, a stop at Triumph Porto, where I was made to sit on a Tiger, very comfy bike though, and has a 30 liter fuel tank as well: Across the street to that, we have the best dealership of the day, and a bike I really like. Can't see it fitting my motorcycling very well, but it is a nice thing. The next day, we start our tour, heading North straight to Valença, not to be confused with Valencia in Southern Spain. Valença is a small town next to the border of Portugal and Spain in the Minho river, it's got an old part that is inside the fortified walls, which is what we visited. Sofia's grandad was born here, his dad was stationed here in the military, before being sent to WW1. The military lived in houses that no longer exist right around where we parked our bikes. And then took a walk to look around and also to find an espresso. Valença is very well fixed up, very polished and very touristy. Flocks of Spaniards wash over it for visits and meals, it's very pretty but not really my thing. We moved on, now entering a special wine region that is not very well known internationally. Between Monção and Melgaço is a DOP region that grows very special Alvarinho wine, used mostly for Vinho Verde but normal white wine too, it's very nice. The region is very pretty and filled with history. We stopped to check out what looked like a cool abandoned square by the small road we were taking, and came upon a small place with a big historic significance. The little place of Ponte do Mouro, it's where 648 years ago the Duque Lancaster came from England to meet D. João I, to arrange the wedding of Philipa of Lancaster with John I (the first), creating the Windsor Treaty in 1386, which is the oldest alliance between two nations. Big History for such a tiny location. My theory is that they both got heavily drunk on local Alvarinho wine, and drunkenly promised eternal friendship between their countries, but that's just my theory @Sofia is very enthusiastic about History, and I got to hear of how great Philipa was, and how her marriage with D.João I originated the best kings and leaders, and characters in Portuguese history. We rolled off, but this being a tiny region, we stopped 20 minutes later to cool off as the sun was coming out, a little before 3PM, for a cold water and a sip of that local cold wine they talk about. Just a sip, as I don't drink on the bike. We stopped on a cafe just on the road, and this is the sign to the entrance of the farm next door Hey @boboneleg, look, bins! Shortly after, made it to Melgaço, and went to walk around to see the castle and show Sofia around the place. From there we were too far away get to Tras os Montes or Galicia through nice roads, so I hunted around and found a deal for a nice room in Ponte da Barca, which is a nice small town in the heart of the Minho region. I think it's a hidden gem and wanted to show it to Sofia, so we went. Via some nice but easy twisty roads through wild forests and vineyeards, by 18:30 we were there. Great hotel room view, and I do like a deal. The river is just on the other side of the gardens on the previous picture, and we would have plenty of sunlight time to have a little walk around town before dinner, it's a small place. I found a small very old school restaurant for dinner, it's the building on the right in the next picture. Not much choice anyway as tuesday is the day when most restaurants close here. View from the restaurant. We had hake filets cooked like a portuguese grandmother would. It was a very nice meal, watered with local vinho verde, I loved it. And then a short stroll across the bridge, as night arrived. In the morning, it was raining, so we took our time to get up and lazily walk up the street for a coffee. This is by far the wettest region of Portugal, but I was determined to leave late and chase the rain instead of riding under it. Only after 11 did we roll out, by midday it was already properly hot under the rain stuff so we stopped to take all that off and visit Lindoso Castle. We had avoided the rain, great success! We left Lindoso, and minutes later crossed into Galicia, a couple of hours later through nice flowing roads that much pleased Sofia in her Speed Triple, we stopped at Allariz. In Allariz, at 15:00, there was not a place to eat a snack, only two proper restaurants for proper sit down meals. We didn't vibe with the place, so had a water and carried on, I booked a table at my favourite restaurant near Bragança and headed there. Almost two hours later, we're entering back into Portugal: As always, a great dinner was had near Bragança, I didn't take pictures. The next day we'd roll south and onto Serra da Estrela, I'll continue later.