Skippy

Yep, the house has been up for sale for a time but it looks like we’ve had some good news so who knows, I might move up next to you?

Yes mate and it makes me embarrassed to be British. However, what I would say is that not all Brits are like this and there are some very nice Brits around, many of which do charity work for locals. It’s just a shame that it’s easy to be tarred with the same brush. We moved out here six years ago and have made many good friends from when we lived in a mainly British urbanisation but since then we’ve learned the ropes and feel more confident in dealing with bureaucracy and systems in place to do many things. It helps that we understand a reasonable amount of Spanish. It takes time and for some people the comfort of familiarity is more important than anything else. I don’t look down my nose at people who choose this familiarity no more than I look up to those that are confident enough to live in a small Spanish village. I take people as I find them and as long as they are polite, decent people then I don’t care what nationality they are; I always give people the benefit of the doubt until they shit on me and then it’s gloves off and no second chances. A cunt is cunt in any language.

That’s our area but luckily not my carer

Not major but a well known independent garage that is used by lots of people. Personally, I wasn’t keen on the place before this incident and a Spanish mechanic I know said the dealer was well known for doing this sort of thing.

A bloke took his custom bike into my mate's place for him to have a look at it as he is a very experienced bike mechanic and done a bit of racing. The bloke said he thought it wasn’t handling properly. My mate had a browse over the bike and immediately took the keys off the bloke and said he was going nowhere on it as it was. The bloke had recently had a new front tyre fitted by a local bike garage. The fucking twats had fitted a rear tyre on the front and to really top it off, fitted it the wrong way around. Unbelievable

Sorry that’s for a Himalayan

525x110 I believe but I can check for sure in a moment

All hope is lost

Fer fucks sake don’t tell him or he’ll be giving you directions to some abandoned building.

No class, that’s your trouble Pete. Just as a reference, here’s what a proper Himalayan should look like.

Can’t believe she ain’t got handguards on that Himalayan. Fucking sacrilege

I guess for me I’ve never been in a position to buy a car that would have excited me……..the nearest I got was a Triumph TR7 when I was 20 years old and much later an early Audi TT so that says it all really. Not much of a four wheeled pedigree!

See, I was right. Bikes are about ‘want’ rather than ‘need’. I need a car but I don’t really want one.

Blimey, someone’s been gossiping. Always partial to a takeaway Pete. Dunno, I do like a curry and of course there’s always an Italian…..

I’ve had a huge number of big capacity, powerful bikes over the years including GSXR’s, Blades, Zx’s, R1’s and of course, a couple of Hayabusas. I can honestly say I’ve been a passenger on all of them as my skills and abilities are far outweighed by those of the bikes. Moving on and having recently picked up a cosmetically challenged, 23 year old CBR600F3 with only a 100bhp (on a good day) I cannot understand why 99% of us would ever need anymore. It’s still far faster than me and handles more than well enough for public roads. The problem is that bikes sell based on what we want rather than what we need. Mind you, that’s half the fun right?

Keep me posted mate and I’ll tag along.

What the fuck have you got on your feet?

It goes everywhere the old XR250s go

Royal Enfield Himalayan, cheap as chips, plenty of character, enough power for the dirt, decent comfort to get you to and from trails, more capable than most of us, easy to fix and crashes well. It’ll do almost 90mpg no matter how much you thrash it. Not only that but looks cool-as-fuck when you pull up next to the latest bit of expensive, light weight, made-from-unobtainium, plastic coated hardcore, purpose built dirt bike in your cheap, nothing-matches riding gear (that’s compulsory ) a minute or so after they’ve arrived. Oh, and you’ll laugh your tits off most of the time too.

Fred’s sunset for me. Mean and moody. The sunset I mean.

Here you go. I don’t think it makes it any better though?

Hardly worth entering with this but it’s the only photo I’ve taken of my bike in September so far. Shame, as I’ll have some better ones when I go to the Sierra Nevada on Thursday

No problem here (yet). Anyway, must dash to top up the car and two bikes and Jerry cans and garden buckets etc etc etc. Fuckwits, all of ‘em.

Good call