Buckster

Bed shitting report to follow.

Well that was an epic fail.

Are you sure.....Paul?

I will have bomb disposal handle it.

So would special branch.

I'm putting a new turbo cartridge in mine along with a new exhaust.

Motorcycleriders.net not gaycooter.hairnet, get with the program you lot.

All this great weather and we have three ride reports and one is on a fucking scooter.

@Six30 likes the sight of sweaty men being battered round the ring.

Que?

He wasn’t tall, I think he was Canadian.

If you want to destroy towns just vote conservative in July.

You would have to roll it in flour and look for the wet spot.

Apparently this is real.

He said when, not where, you gammon!

You can go into the heroine business.

Before getting to the peninsula I turned off eastward back to Tarbet via Inveraray which meant riding a road carved into the south side of an incredible valley after passing various tidal lochs, the scenery was stunning and it was great riding, eventually arriving back at Tarbet and Loch Lomond before retracing my route home. 325 miles of dramatic countryside, I love Scotland.

The bike never missed a beat and the handling is sublime with the new shocks. From here I headed south towards Campbeltown following to Atlantic coast, if I had more time I would have explored multiple things along the route but I had to get back, I was 150 miles from home.

From there I headed west through the valley over to the coastal town of Oban, it was ramming with tourists and was overcast. It was good to be on the west coast as i rarely get all the way over there.

There was a guy with a brand new Benelli TRK? Dual sport looked like a 700cc, must have been fresh out of the showroom, all his gear was brand new and it had a pristine set of panniers and top box, he could barely touch the ground on it though and as he pulled out he fell off, unfortunately I didn't get a picture. He obviously flooded it as he could not get it to start again until a girl walked over and cranked the throttle open and started it for him. Humiliation complete.

The Green Welly Stop was quiet as it was a Friday, I guarantee it will have been ramming with bikes today. This is technically the southern tip of the Highlands.

I headed along the south side of the Firth of Forth through the villages and past little Texas, aka Grangemouth oil refinery. Then through Falkirk and Bannockburn to pick up the A811 towards the Trossachs. I rode around the south side then followed the west bank of Loch Lomond up to Tarbet before heading up to Tyndrum and The Green Welly Stop for fuel and a piss break after 105 miles.