Thursday, 22 March 2018

Wednesday, 21 March 2018

Time To Get The Bike Out

Nearly a year gone by
and in the shed I spy
the bike, still and out of use,
unavailable for road abuse

Insurance lapsed, MOT expired,
no tax and partially rewired.
Can I show at the annual meet
without it and admit defeat?


Is this really the end?
surely not, old friend.
Memories of a neglected hack
slowly come swimming back...

Starting technique, full choke,
lots of noise, clouds of smoke.
Blurred mirrors, tinkling sound,
long silencer, close to the ground.

Curtains twitch, ‘It’s that old git’,
‘Do you think he is mentally fit?’
They don’t know, they can’t see
how nice a motorbike ride can be.

Red light, change down,
past the camera and out of town.
Twist the grip, through the gears,
visor down to stop the tears.

Bright weather, quiet domain,
pleasantly scared, twisty lane.
All the togs, whistling air,
of life’s worries not a care!

Three more miles, going well,
burnt two stroke, lovely smell.
The joy of biking far outweigh
no matter what neighbours say!

Words & illustration by Ian Douglas

Monday, 19 March 2018

Motorised Nanny

(Via: ageofdiesel)


Being rather bored at work I popped along to the nearby BMW dealers at lunchtime for a wander around and to look at the bikes. 

Much as expected, all the usual big traillies and expensive aftermarket luggage and clothing for your long-distance trip to the local coffee shop were on display inside. I was, however, rather taken with this smart F800R sitting in the forecourt. Not what I associate with BMW at all.

Friday, 16 March 2018

Two Decades Apart

BMW R100RS (1993)
Triumph Tiger 955i (2014)
Two trips, two decades apart, to Applecross in Wester Ross in the Scottish Highlands. 

The roadsign shown is at the foot of the infamous Bealach-na-ba the former drover's road over the pass to the village of Applecross.