The Great Escape!Even though I was visiting in my van with a trailer.
Here is another local ,hidden gem.The Boat House at Chichester Yacht Marina near Birdham.This classy establishment is tucked away right at the far end of the marina by the lock gates,looking out over Chichester Harbour and seemingly missed by most local.bikers.Smoked trout with scrambled eggs on sourdough is recommended!
RANT.The sequal!
Traffic lights on the already congested A281,just South of Cranleigh.No cones.No roadworks.No point.Simply in position to regulate traffic from a small side road which has perfectly good give way road markings, as you would expect at any such junction.
Some regular drivers are now simply ignoring the red light so,surely, it must be a matter of time until a vehicle emerges from.the side road assuming priority on the green light and gets T boned.
Danger, more congestion and more emissions
I have emailed Waverly Council
The holiday is finally over!
We reopen tomorrow, Monday 4th March just as the Sun makes a welcome, long awaited reappearance.
What else would you do with a dead donkey's jaw?
Palenque,Colombia.The last remaining settlement created by escaped slaves some four hundred years ago.
Nothing like warming up your bike on a freezing day!
We just received this cracking video from an anxious customer who spotted there was a problem ith red hot down pipes. He apparently did not realise revving the ' cojones' off the bike at 6000 rpm from cold was not the greatest idea!
This cracker goes alongside buyers who failed to discover the reserve petrol tap and another who had no idea how a choke worked.But last year's winner was a kid who wanted to know if our warranty covered his bike when he crashed it.A short conversation ensued..Ffs!
Today I am not riding my motorcycle.Vile!
What a difference a day makes after yesterday,'s glorious sunshine ride.
This, in dog speak, is how I feel on a bright, dry day in deepest Winter if there is a decent prospect of getting out on a bike!
The last ride! Just 110 miles back to Jaipur with the final stretch of 15 miles or so of dense urban carnage leaving us all pretty frazzled. Just so many ultra near misses and emergency stops. Driving here in India was always homicidal but now the universal use of phones while driving or riding takes things to a whole new level. All relieved to complete the trip intact. End of tour party commences shortly!
Never had a send off quite like this!
The best road of the trip so far. Traffic free and then we encounter this! 🤣🤣
Here a classy goat who appreciates fine music. It just crashed the venue.
Thar desert, close to Pakistan. Enfields still plodding on!
Travelling back roads means lots of interaction with locals. This boy entertained us just for a laugh at one of our tea stops.
Here's just a sample of easy, gentle riding with no traffic. Who could believe cruising along at just 40 to 50 mph could be such fun?
Once in dense congested urban areas, gloves come off so all you have ever been taught or experienced goes straight out of the window. If you want to make progress. Give no quarter. Thumb on horn. Anything is fairgame. Just barge scooters out of the way. It's how you would dream of tackling London rush hour. Brilliant!
Amazed by the calibre of accommodation travelling with Freedom Riderss(not a
typo😅)
I have no idea where we stayed last night so I cannot recommend it but our ride into town was memorable. Urban riding here is insane.
We're off! 12 days ahead in Rajasthan, NW India to escape grim November
GOODWOOD AERODROME.
An ideal breakfast destination with stunning areas for bike riding in all directions.
Spitfire flights are an occasional bonus on perfect Autumn morningings such as today
Marooned somewhere in the back of Bali.
You don't really need an adventure bike for a bit of exploring but perhaps an upgrade from a humble Honda Scoopy scooter would be welcome. Particularly with a pillion🛵
Things were going well inspite of the bald rear tyre and bottomed out suspension but finally we encountered the inevitable flat rear tyre.
A charming local guy stopped on his scooter, parked his wife and baby on verge whilst he, at 50 percent of my body mass, volunteered to navigate the blighted Scoopy to a repair shop with me and my wife riding on his scooter. Sadly, the emporium were unable to resurrect the tyre so we set off at a modest pace some ten miles home on a rubber cushioned rear rim.
It made best sense to allow the much abused rubber to cool down so we pulled in to a wonderful Hindu temple for respite. It seemed I was a hit with the kids as I had to wear a sarong to enter the holy place which caused much hilarity. Delightful people, just as we had encountered elsewhere.
Clearly our pagan prayers were answered given we made it back to rental base without further drama.
Massages arranged to recover from road abuse🥴🥴
