MooN

Lyon and back tomorrow to go see brother in law, autoroute all the way crap weather so a nearly 6 hour round trip in the car... yippee..! ( I actually quite like driving my car so it could be worse. maybe get out sunday for an hour or so of saddle time.

I actually developed a game at this guy's expense; it's called in French " Poser, Déposer, Tourner autour" literally "Put down, Un put down, gone around" in a series of bends the game consists of overtaking a rider round the outside = "Poser", letting him come back past you = "De poser" , and then overtaking him again so you have gone all the way round him = "tourner autour" the pefect score is acheived if the complete manouvre can be achieved in 3 consecutive bends... Anyone still wondering why he won't ride with us anymore? ??

used to thouroughly enjoy the summer sunday runs in the morvan parc here, full of parisiens who embody the " all the gear and no idea" brigade who would look somewhat askance as I sailed by in a bend on my 25year old 600 transalp... ( to be fair I know that particular portion of road between Chateau Chinon and Planchez like the proverbial back of my hand, but even so, it was still fun

we had a uy used to ride with us regularly ( not anymore but that's a whole 'nother story) Roda some huge 1800cc suzuki factory custom drag thing with a rear tyre stolen from a combine harvester and 0 ground clearence ( Intruder?) . He was always the last to arrive at the top of a twisty section, even behind me and the tralp excepet that he always positioned himself 2nd in line on any ride so every body had to get past him, my problem getting past him was that he would slam the anchors on going into a bend on the inside line, run wide cos he couldn't get enough angle to hold his line and as soon as he saw the exit open the throttle and shut the door back onto the inside line, with no regard whatsoever for enyone else who might be going round him inside or outside ( or, for that matter, coming the other way...) once he opened the throttle there was no way i could keep up with the tralps poor little ponies giving their best. I came sooo close to being pushed into oncoming traffic trying to get round the outside of him or into the ditch up his inside that I developed I number of very specific un often unorthodox, techniques to get past him. If there were a radpid series of opposite bends or asingle switch back long enough I could just out manouvre him either round the inside or outside, but i had to leave the braking retty late and get back on the gas a bit early. Obviouly once I got the tiger I could just slide by on the inside as he ran wide and be gone before he could react. He doesn't ride with our group any more, having flounced.

Hi

sorry, should have edited that photo smaller and better framed but couldn't be arsed... I snapped it whilst the kids were doing the washing up, hence the disorder in the kitchen...

This evening we have been mostly drinking a Macon Villages 2016. A little sharp for my liking but quite quaffable

but apart from that we don't have any sterotypical preconceptions in here... Welcome in Drjon

subtle difference between a biker and a Motorcyclist...?

Night shift 's just come on, welcome in Stevek

Allo, Allo... welcome in

they have to have something heavy enough to not be picked up by a tornado... Welcome in rboett...

I hate to admit it but... he's right.

nothing new Tym, the R.U.C in northern ireland used similar vehicles long before the "SUV" fashion

welcome in Phil, be nice to see another Trumpet in here...

Hello and welcome in

nice! that bike is far too clean by the way...

They are if you don't know how to avoid them. I saw none in the entire 6 hours I was out, but I was on single lane backroads for most of that time.

beer wine with food ( Burgundy of course, maconnais preferably) pastis for aperitifs Get 31 for a digestive... but not often any of it really.

didn't quite do the run I'd planned today as unfortunately, Madame MooN doesn't live in the same space / time continuum as the rest of us mere mortals which means that we often eat at unorthodox hours... To be fair she's currentlt doubling up as telephone information service for friends and family wanting updates on her mothers state of health. I managed to finish the washing up by about half 2 and get out of the way before her bestie turned up for the afternoon... I had set the gps to take me south into the morvan with the Dam at the Lac de panneciere as a waypoint and Mont beuvray as a trunaround, back lanes and minor roads only on the way out and a faster trace to get back home. It kind of worked, I still found myself on some very stony tracks, not a probel in itself but not what I wanted really and the gps clearly thinks it's a road. I got a quick drenching on the way back which wasn't forcast either so I had no waterproofs with me ( unusual for me, I usually carry them all the time) but I managed to avoid the worst of it by boxing round the showers and I'd ried out again by the time I got home. 340 km in 6 hrs ( that's an average of only about 55km/h some piccies: Nice address... Crossing the river Chateau Faulin Dam! Here's your "Boeuf Bourguignon"... on the hoof, as it were... Just the other side of this junction I would be liable for a 135€ fine... 100km as the crow flies from my domicile.

I do tend to avoid off road when it's wet, I have neither the tyres nor the riding ability to deal with it. First rule of staying alive when your on your own,, know your limits. Plenty of tyres around that would be better suited to the sort of offroad I do but I would then almost certainly loose something at the other end of the performance scale when I'm trying to keep up with the other nutters ahen group riding ( BMW 1100RR Yam R1, a brace of fjr1300's CBR1000RR, vfr 800, vfr 1200 etc etc. The tiger is far better at this than the transalp was, unless it got really twisty...

gotit! SFR that was the guy,

oh yeah it's not the bike that's not capable Pedro... I've currently got Pirelli scorpion trail II front and back and I really like them on the road, not enough testing off road to make an informed opinion yet. Very similar to the michelin anakee II 's that I ran on the tralp, can't fault them on road and I have learnt to push the tiger waaaaay beyond anything the tralp could do on the tarmac.

what about wossisname... old git... new mexico... something about square plates... rode an old mans bike, BMW sunothing or other...you remember... "wossisname..." fell out with someone and flounced... then there was "thingamajig"... Yank, another old wierdo... "oldbmwmaster"? or something like that? kept on about his "bitches"...

ooh shit, yeah Dell and Bustup how could I forget them? they came through on their way back from somewhere with dell's boy on the back If I remember rightly.