MooN

Blimey Pete, if i could afford a van…

Probably cos im a complete arse off road so i ride reeeeeally slowly…

I have a stunningly interesting and exciting weekend planned if you must know. This morning I have defrosted the fridge !

he said "mate"...

yea, we're just not telling you about it.

I haven't submitted anything to BOTM for a while cos all the rules about size and shape and post production and when and where and how and who meant that you basically have to take a photo specifically with that in mind. I don't. This one happens to be the right shape, I don't have photoshop and I don't think I made any adjustements to this one before saving it.

Hi Dany, welcome in, I'm sur Pedro's has warned you about some of us. ( it's all true...)

The whole bloody town left the town...

cool. Mrs Moon works in Chablis so soe half decent wine should'nt be too difficult. If you prefer Red, Chity, St Bris or Coulanges are all within 10 km's so that's ok too

OOOH you liar! well I maybe said i'd put the kettle on cos I know you old folk can't manage more than an hour without a cup of tea, but I wouldn't insult Pedro wit the offer of tea

I'll put some beers in the fridge...

there was 1 automatic camera on that route. I have a Coyote ( https://www.moncoyote.com/fr/ ) app running on my phone all the time.

Ouradour sur Glane. I did a ride report from there a few years back.

"iffy"? ... that's part of the art to riding these roads, definately already Iffy in places.

the twins had friends round, they actally slept over but as they didn't arrive till after the ice rink closed at midnight I was snoring loudly when they got here. We have a tiny house and I'm A-social at best so I was up and breakfasted before they emerged from their lair, just took the time to say Bonjour and the ran away fro the day with a packet of sandwiches and a flask of coffe, abandoning Mrs MooN to her fate... I left at 11 and, knowing the horrers were due to leave at 4.30, arrived back at 4, just in tame to say Au revoir... in the meantime 285km, blissfully solo. weather was 15 down to 10degc mostly sunny with about 5 minutes of rain around Moulins Engilbert. I stopped and ate my sarnies at the church in Glux en Glenne and made use of the relatively well maintained public lav that I knew to be there. Big bonus of the day was the backroad through from Chateau Chinon to Glux via le haut Folin which had just been resurfaced like they were expecting the tour de France at any minute. Only photos I took were along there

Im rather proud of myself this evening, finished a long term project restoring a “Louis Philippe” wardrobe ( 1840 ish) that belonged to wifes grandfather and had been left to fester in an outhouse. I’m not a cabinet maker or restorer but i reckoned i could make it useable again and possibly nice looking even. The photos are probably fkin hooge, sorry, no access to poota just mow. Ikea are shit compared to this, the whole thing gous from flat pack to fully operational in about an hour, all held together with just 6 wooden pins on top of this achievement, i managed to diagnose and repair the 12v socket on the tiger ( im crap at electrics and hate it but got away with this one

Very limited adjustable rear shock, its a pain in the arse to adjust.

Im still not very confident on gravel with this bike to be honest, though its better now ive solved the throttle “snap” .

just some pics from the 3 hours i was out for today. weather is, as usual this time of year, wonderful. Blue skies. 25deg and a light breeze. I followed a route I had not really planned some tie ago but had forgotten to tick the box "avoid gravel" on the gps route planner...

I was about to sign up one od my ex girlfriends for that new tv reality show. I thought she’d be ideal then i found out it was actually called FACT HUNT.

old enough to know better, young enough to not care. 52

there were all sorts of ideas being bandied about regarding inviting people round for a drink etc but by the time i'd fended of a dozen phone calls wishing me happy birthday and having "done the decent thing" and waited till we'd actually finished desert with the children, I quite shamelessly ran away. I rode south into the morvan, knowing that a storm front was coming from that direction, due to arrive with us around 10 tonight. I rekoned i could ride soutwards till I see it and then turn and run for home. I didn't meet the weather change till I got as far as Chateau chinon which was about as far as i'd planned to go anyway, The horzon looked quite black and the temperature rose with the humidity in the air. I dared to pick a quick sprint westwards across the front of the oncoming weather system and the turned northwards once I realised it was moving much slower than I had anticipated, and took the twisty minor roads homewards. didn't stop for many pics cos I didn't have a camera with me, only the phone and I wasn't in the mood anyway. I got a couple when I stopped for a swig of water and onother when I stopped to plug the phone charger in. 235km 3,5h. goy home well befre the weather, but it's getting muggy now and I can hear thunder in the distanceso I'll have to go put the cover on the bike before finishing this.

what you have failed to realise is that nobody gives a shit what anybody in the uk thinks.

Why pick on me? Theres Bobo Neleg too, and Saul… an clive’s daughter allegedly… the 17th septemberists… today “Motorcycle Riders” facebook page, tomorrow The World !

too busy eating it mate !