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I needed to head back home now so I started to make my way back , on the route I took I passed Gt. Coxley tithe barn ........... and then stopped for a quick break by my favourite lake near Malmesbury .......

Lovely day here so I went out … the pub .. if you know you know .

Out with the Fowey grey gang today. Combined age 240+ years. Truro, Blackwater, Helston, Porthleven and finally Restronguet Creak to do a Freddie Dobbs. Well not really just for a pot of tea

Gotta admit at a combined weight of over 300kg I was a tad apprehensive but I'm a tad nuts so went in full guns and the great white lump just gobbled up mud , rocks , logs , massive ruts and long gravel climbs. Before this little bimble I was seriously thinking of chopping it in for a CF450MT, but not now , just need to fettle a few thing like the suspension and the gear shifter, needs a flexible tip. Before and after

I went over to the injured and gave it my best Boycie .. “stand back I am a doctor “

I was shitting bricks when I first lifted it, I only managed to fit one frame hook as well but after giving it a few shakes I was very happy to work on it like that, I pulled the exhausts, footrest brackets and the belt guard, it was so easy working at height instead of crawling around unable to see the bolts. I now have it set up in the shed ready to drop the back wheel and pull the swing arm, I will have to clear a lot of stuff out of the shed while working on the bike but at least I can work on it in there. I’m very happy with my purchase. I may get some small ratchet straps though to use instead of the j clamps.

After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Asda. Unfortunately, like most men; I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunate, my wife is like most women - she loves to browse & leaves me with endless time to fulfil. Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter, from the local Asda Dear Mrs. Mabiscuit: Over the past six months, your husband has caused quite a commotion, in our store. We cannot tolerate this behaviour and have been forced to, ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against your husband, Mr. Harris, are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras: 1. March 15: He took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in other people's carts when they weren't looking. 2. April 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals. 3. April 7: He made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom. 4. April 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away'. This caused the employee to leave her assigned station and receive a reprimand from her Supervisor that in turn resulted with a union grievance, causing management to lose time; and costing the company money. We don't have a Code 3. 5. May 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&Ms on layaway. 6. May 14: Moved a, 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area. 7. May 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told the children shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department to which twenty children obliged. 8. May 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?' EMTs were called. 9. June 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose. 10. June 6: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were. 11. June 8: Darted around the store suspiciously while, loudly humming the, 'Mission Impossible' theme. 12. June 9: In the auto department, he practised his, 'Madonna Look' using different sizes of funnels. 13. June 10: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!' 14. June 12: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a foetal position and screamed; 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!' 15. June 13: Took a box of condoms to the checkout clerk and asked where is the fitting room? And last, but not least: 16. June 14: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile; then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here.' One of the clerks passed out.

Another bitchin' Z1-R from Bull Dock....

I was scratching my head trying to figure out what Ren was saying, I later discovered that he made no sense to anyone else as well.

This year's RiverFest didn't disappoint.... plenty of cool 4-wheel entry's. Most of the bikes were of the HD variety (nothin' new)....& a handful of tractors. A REAL van.... & my 2 favorites from today's show.... Love this '46 Chev w/ a blown small-block.... BadAss truck!

From my visit at Sammy Miller’s museum:

Bikes bloody clean Bob, you got that van out of shot?

Next stop was the river Thames and the Ferryman pub, it was a nice place but I don't think they really wanted anyone there judging by the notice . No swimming, no paddleboards, no fishing, no mooring, £10 to launch your boat from the slipway (but only with permission). I took a couple of photos and started the bike (loudly) and left ...... Not far away was the main destination of the day , the Devils Quoits ............... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devil's_Quoits I parked up in a snotty car park next to a weighbridge for the local waste vehicles, it was a very dusty walk to the stones . How on earth whichever authority was responsible for this allowed a landfill site next to an ancient monument is beyond me . I was underwhelmed with it all.....

Well the bike is still rattling but in the mean time Shadow rear ended a car last Friday. Wiped out an indicator bent the handlebars broke the front brake lever and added a couple of more scuffs. . She was shook up and bruised but is ok now. The new handle bars came today. So I went out to fit them only to discover what I bought was different to what was on the bike. But the bike was bought as a repaired crashed bike so I suppose I should not be surprised. The new bars fit and look much better so I think I got the right ones I also stripped out the forks to check they weren’t bent and luckily they were fine so I just cleaned every thing up and put it back together. Also cleaned up and checked the brake caliper. Repaired the crack in the mud guard. Just painting a couple of black strips on the headlight cheeks to hide the scratches. I know I would never be able to match the colour and those checks are £80 each. So disguise seemed like the best option. I have contacted a mechanic to check the rattle out to see if it can be fixed affordably.

I could go one better, her Grandfather was a boat builder, there are all sorts of boat fenders and stuff up the In-laws place. Her uncle would play along. We could trig her bike up nicely . Or her boss, she works as crew on a fast rib that does Seafari trips to see dolphins and the like out in St Austell bay. All very temping to do but 17 year old females are renowned for their lack of humour or any form of self deprivation and Shadow is a typical example of the breed. I could get her uncle involved then throw him under the bus under the bus when she kicked off. Very temping indeed

Have always loved the old DT's....

Life just got a bit easier.

Tidy Ossa Stiletto...

Mate of mine on holiday in New York City spotted this in a shop…….he had better had bought it for me.

We had a tiler coming to finish the en-suite today at 1.00pm but I wanted to get out for a ride so I set off at 06.30am. To-day i headed east for a change , usually that would mean lots of traffic but it was early enough to beat most of that. Back roads were the main order of the day where possible ........... I got up along as far as RAF Fairford and as I passed I noticed a lot of plane-watchers on their steps with the big lenses on their cameras so I swung around to see what the deal was . There was this all black plane on the runway which I found out was a Lockheed U2 , jesus it was loud when it took off............ In total contrast to the loud plane I stopped just up the road in a peaceful (08.30am) and lovely village for a coffee and cake breakfast ...... I was a bit concerned when this dude maneuvered his shonky old car next to my cool bike ......

I'll add a load of pics here and give a review at the end

Well got Shadows bike as far as I can. Just waiting on the new indicator and front brake lever. Managed to disguise the scratched up headlight cowel with a black accent which Shadow loves. She thinks it looks Sick! Which apparently is positive, I’ll settle for tidy. I like the new aluminium rear L plate, supposedly unbreakable but we all know Shadows talent for destroying stuff. Now she is obsessively watching EBay waiting for the parts to come.

Good to know, I'll tell her Not!

The beauty you can see from a dirt-road ride ...less than 10 miles from home....

Much happier CBF New Fork Seals, forks repainted, new front brake pads (thank you Fred) all brake callipers stripped and cleaned, replaced brake fluid front and back. New oil & filter, air filter and plugs. Replaced front marker lights with LED’s to match headlights plus pretty deep clean. Oh and fresh coolant. Should be good until next year now just need to get my head around a valve check and adjustment.

Spoke to the powder coaters expecting a turn around time in weeks and they have a two day turn around time.

The Neolithic site had been restored sometime in the past but it gave you a general idea what it was like many , many years ago ........

Nice work @Saul , that bike is like Trigger's broom now ........

He had never heard that one before and he won’t have heard it before next time as well.

Teddie Roosevelt Nat'l Park....1st 30 miles into the west side of ND...

Tidy HL 540....

I wondered if anyone else noticed.

How is your Alzheimer’s going?

Hood River valley...w/ OR's highest peak in the background....

RIP Brian

Pissing down here to but spent the day fixing Shadows CB125F again, the job that nevers ends.

The 1st of 3 of KR's title-winning YZR's....

Joseph Canyon...ne OR...

Sweet '38 Chev PickUp....

A woman in her forties went to a plastic surgeon for a face-lift. The surgeon told her about a new procedure called "The KEY," where a small key is placed on the back of a woman's head and can be turned to tighten up her skin to produce the effect of a brand new face lift. Of course, the woman wanted "The Key." Over the course of the years, the woman tightened the key, and the effects were wonderful -- the woman remained young looking and vibrant. After fifteen years, the woman returned to the surgeon with two problems. "For all these years, everything has been working just fine. I've had to turn the key and I've always loved the results. But now I've developed two annoying problems: First, I have these terrible bags under my eyes and the key won't get rid of them." The doctor looked at her closely and said, "Those aren't bags, those are your tits." “Oh!”, she said, "No point asking about the beard then"

From the top of Rattlesnake grade where it was 76F.....by the time we got down to the Grande Ronde it was 94f....