ahh.

Bonny weather, new fabric trousers and jacket for the bike.. So missus and I went for a wee run. Bliss. Up Glen Esk - very picturesque. Thought I'd have the oldest bike up there till we ran into six BMW bike riders - one riding a 20-year old K100RT.


Mate decided to test his pillion intercom at speed to see if it worked - it did. Whilst my "oxford" one didnt. Sigh.

The misses got a pair of cats ears and tail for her helmet (similar to the dog ones below). And proceeded to lose one ear in the first five minutes.