Pedro

Hudder’s field, I would expect a different crowd.

You think showing just a hint of it might improve your usual result?

Can't tell you how many discussions I've had with him.

Sorry!

That isn't your bike! Try that another time and you're banned from submitting pictures for three months!

Hard time picking between these three:

Horizontal means that the picture has to be substantially wider than it is taller. It's like the horizon, it goes more sideways than up and down.

You think buying a hipster bike buys you style?

Looks like it had a stone topbox

Time has arrived, submit your pictures for Bike Of The Month September. I will consider the last picture you post, so you can post more than one while making a decision. It has to be an horizontal picture, of a bike you own, taken in this month during a ride. I will close this thread and close this thread and start the poll on the 28th at around (or after) 21:00 Casablanca time.

Hey @Tango, I’m back home, you’re safe now!

Ever since I announced I was going past his way, he disappeared.

Better start posting Steve McQueen posters everywhere so that people know what look you’re going for when buying one of those hipster modded bikes, with an open helmet and a fag on the corner of your mouth. Except his was more or less stock and wasn’t modded by a hipster, what can we learn from this @Tym?

Took this a few minutes ago.

Looks like paint, half dried paint.

Apart from the obvious body kit and wheels, what is special about that?

Very nice!

Did you know Scooby Doo?

On our last day, things could have ended on a happier note. Portugal was going through a lot of forest fires, but we still tried to make the best of the morning, at least to give Barbara a glimpse into what northern Portugal has to offer. Packing the bikes at 9:30, not exactly an early start. And getting into it, already in the distance you can see the smoke haze. One hour into it, and an espresso stop. The pace is relentless The views from the top of my favourite Castle, I don't like the smokey air. And the view from our lunch stop, a few delicious and very good value sandwiches made at the local firefighter house bar A couple of hours later, and we stop by the Douro. It was pretty clear that we were going into the deep smoke, so stopped to make a decision on route. Initially, the small road I was going through would take too long, three or four hours to get to Porto while enduring thick smoke was no way to enjoy it. Also, second more direct route took us very close to one of the big fires, I didn't like that idea at all as with heat and wind things quickly turn from adventure into disaster. We would get to Regua and then get on a big motorway, a little bit more distance but safer. Still had to do 45 minutes or an hour to get there, shortly after, what is usually a very scenic typical Douro vineyard view looked like this: The motorway wasn't more pleasant... sometimes with fires illuminating the haze that now was very thick and ever present. I stopped taking pictures, it just wasn't pleasurable. We returned the bikes at around 18:30, and then, instead of going to visit Porto for a night, hoped in my car and drove to Sofia's, almost 300km away. It was not the end of the trip I wanted, and it is heartbreaking as there is talk of a lot of these fires being caused by criminals. Now the weather has changed a little and that area is getting back under control, so all is looking better.

Indeed, Bob.

New day, heading to Portugal. We left Potes while it was still a little cold, but sunny enough. Stopped for breakfast and parked next to a very odd looking Land Rover. After a brief stop at a lookout, which was mostly taken over by me having a few work calls and emails, we pointed the bikes towards Portugal. Hopped on a very boring motorway for a little bit, then some main roads, and we made it to the border quite early. We were to spend the night very close to the border, sleep in one of my favourite places and have dinner at my favourite Trasmontano restaurant. I had called and asked for my favourite rice to go along with the usual grilled beef. In the meantime, we made time by showing Barbara a little bit around the area. We got ourselves installed, and walked up to have dinner at an appropriate time. I loved it, didn't disappoint. We made it back to the hotel under an amazing sky, at around 22:30 the full moon lit the clouds from behind, and it looked even better in real life. The reason we stayed here was partly because it wasn't too far away from the Picos da Europa, but also because Northern Portugal was plagued with a natural disaster in the form of forest fires. The air was very smokey, the country was in panic, and we wanted to see if that got a little bit resolved before venturing farther on. That was left for tomorrow.

In the morning, the outside of our hotel was full of bikes ready to go out, most of them to one way or the other catch a ferry in Santander or Bilbao, returning back home to the UK. We get on the motorway for a bit, then onto smaller roads heading through a particularly ugly part of Spain into the Picos da Europa. Every small town seemed desolate and sad, might be just me but those small villages and towns in that area suck the life out of you. We stopped for a coffee and some breakfast in the form of toast or whatever. No chance of that, nothing to eat whatsoever, in a cafe , they had coffee, coffee with milk, and all sorts of spirits. We had a pretty horrible coffee and left. Eventually, making it to the start of our third mountain range in this trip, after the Alps and the Pyrenees. The weather had given us a little bit of a hint of rain, and a few sprinkles, so the waterproofs were partially on. The cold in the Spanish plains also made it easy to want to put them on, but now that the pace had slowed we were much more comfortable. A stop in a village where we slept last year on our way to England, to plan things and figure out a place to sleep that night. After a little, we found our bearing. @Sofia remembered a viewing point where we were riding past, so we stopped there, there were a few big birds there, which were very interesting to see but kind of hidden by the clouds. It's still very cool to see vultures and eagles up in the air not very far away from you. Didn't get any nice pictures of them, though. Our final stop, to book a place for the night. We were ready to stop, so it only took 15 or 20 minutes to get there, a nice little apartment a few minutes from the little town of Potes. We left the luggage and went to Potes to buy groceries to cook dinner and eat "at home". Potes looks very quaint and cute in the pictures, but was really a busy tourist trap. Most shops were for souvenirs, most cafes were horrible, we had a little walk around, sat in a cafe for a while and then gave up and went away. Back home, Sofia and Barbara talked to our Dutch neighbors for a while, while I caught up with work. That night we ate some portobello mushroom linguine, drank some below average spanish wine, and went to be a little tired.