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well I dunno about anybody else but I reckon I know where I'm going for lunch once we can travel again...

hate to tell you this Tym but most 'murricains dont really know much about " the rest of the world" if the ones I've met are much to go by

tis indeed a railway bridge, built to transport replace the canal for transporting firewood to Paris. There are some sections of old railway that are accessible and I've done ride reports on most of them before ( waaaaaaaay back when) but most of them have been ploughed under and the buildings either converted and in use or simply dismantled. the main disused line locally has been turned into a " Voie Verte" or green way and is inaccessible to motorised transport.

crisps, but we'll allow it...

you've been living a life of leisure since I can remember Tym!

doubt it, there's no mountains behind it. cool pic though.

rapidly becoming my favorite technique Bob. great minds an all that, eh! ?

to be Honest Fred, it's the palaver of getting all togged up that puts me off. Back in the day i'd bung on a jacket, gloves lid and away, and deal with the cold. it now takws f'kin ages, getting the bike out of the shed ( 1st time I've had one worth trying to keep in good nick) , change out of normal clothes into proper riding trousers with liner, jacket weighs a ton with it's various liners, by the time i've got boots on trousers and jacket on i'm sweatiting like a bastard, lid, keys, glasses, telephone, wallet fuckmine it takes nearly an hour... go outside and the sweat freezes, glasses fog up, and so on and so on... once i'm riding i'm fine but getting ready is just such a bloody PITA these days. I may of course be possesed by the spirit of victor Meldrew...

Oh I wish I'd thought of that one!

you posted that just about the moment I rolloed out of the yard..... so I consider I got away with it ?

smashing pics Skippy ?

I managed to work up sufficient motivation and energy to move my fat arse off the sofa and into the requisite number of layers of clothing to make riding possible at this time of year. I'm obviously getting old because it never used to bother me that much and we all know that we used to have "proper winters" when I was younger... We now have a 6pm curfew ( from the french "couvre feu" = lights out... in case you wondered... ) which although tecnically reduces available riding time, for me it means that Madame finishes wrok an hour earlier so I don't need to go and pick up the kids as she can bring them back ? so it actually lengthens my available time by at least an hour and a half. Result! Checked tyre pressures once out of the shed and though expinting a drop after nearly a month I was surprised to find someone had stolen nearly a kilo of air from the rear tyre and another half from the front. My Trusty High tech foot pump remedied the situation and I headed south and west. I had no clue where I was going so I just used a compass app on the phone to keep heading that way. The app has a waypoint memorisation feature that I like so when I've had enough, rather than switch on a navigation app to get me home ( they always use the same routes basically) I swith to waypoint tracking and it just puts an directional arrow on the compass pointing to Home in a straight line.... hours of Fun! There was some snow about but only in the shade, and some of the roads through the woods were bloody slippy as it hasn't defrosted for days in there... I spent 2,5 hours doing 150k, South West, then West for a bit then followed the arrow home. I also managed to take a couple of pics. Any way, enough verbiosity; I couldn't be arsed to walk away far enough to get the antenna AND the bike in the same pic ? I found an old viaduct down a dirt track, built in 1880 - 84 Oh look! a Castle for our colonial friends. This is Druyes Les Belles Fontaines, built by the duke of Nevers about 200yrs befors Columbus was born... ( 2nd 1/2 of the 12th century). from here I rode west for a while before switching on the Home waypoint tracker. Got home around 5:15pm and as the sun was starting to set the temp was dropping rapidly so good timing.

Snowed here last night. I just need to hammer some nails into the car tyres so's I can take Madame to the market in Chablis.

Scott is on Facebutt.

I though the Enfields could be repaired and mainained with a pointy stick and a medium sized rock...

on the one hand you have obi wan kenobi from Star wars or Mark renton from Trainspotting pr any number of top notch films and great roles, On the other you have the boy from " the emerald forest".

probably not... but it might be fun trying ?

Nope, Buck used to annoy me.

duh! Why do you think I'm keping hold of this one?

Bonjooar six trente. I see you already met most of the inmates ?

more likely portugese if he's in Brazil surely? any hoo, welcome in KK Fhoto. ?

I don't have any ex wives, I haven't finished the first one yet... ?

you guys are all so high tech. I have this in the shed i could hqve used that before leaving but the Renault garege and their compressor is only about 4km away and I needed fuel anyway so it was just less hassle... untill I discovered they decided that providing that service for their clients was no longer financially viable for them. wankers!

Hi @Tango. Ignore Buckster, we all do... I'm in France, and have been for 28 yrs, but I'm a long way north from you In Auxerre. I also ride a tiger 800 xc. give us a shout if you want any info.

? French citizenship doesn't cost anything. it's getting the bloody necessary paperwork that costs. original birth cerificates of both parents, and mine obviously, £35 each from the registrar general in London. Language evaluation certificate 150 odd € + the nearest test centres are over an hours drive away, endless papers of proof of employ, proof of residence, proof of identity, + marriege certificates + kids birth certificates + proof of joint living bask as far as possible or 10 years, etc,etc,etc, all foreign paperwork to be accompanied by a translation by an accredited translator (€€€€) + photo's +...+...+...