don't ask me how I got away with this 'cause I don't know. after the sh!tiest of days ever I was on my way out to a talk at my astronomy club that I've been looking forward to and about 5 miles from home I seemed to be losing power and the bike just felt wrong. I pulled into a petrol station...

dropped my dakar off at Dave Wilkins in Penge for a service this morning. just got into work to find a message from him telling me to call. uh oh.... turns out i am missing one front sprocket nut and was about 50 miles away from being sprocketless as well. today is very much my lucky day...

In over thirty years of motorcycling I have always returned to my parked bike and never found anything amiss, until today, some toerag had wrenched the locked cover from the tail light unit. Now I realise this is nothing to what a lot of you guys have to endure with slimy light fingered scum...

i did my second part of my trip on saturday. the first trip jon o'groats. this i did some time ago. but to complete the trip, i set off for landsend. 550 miles return in a day. just had to be done. me and my funduro. maybe an age thing i dont know? i managed to get down to landsend in good...

Well all the pics of the new twins do look lovely don't they? When booking my GS in for its 12k service my dealer was telling me how the new 650 twin would suit me. He reckons the 650 (yeah 800 with mild tune) is a better bike than the 800. More real world useable. So he got me to thinking...