Talk of motorcycles elsewhere reminds me that my own machine languishes outside with a starter motor problem. With Spring almost upon us (allegedly)my thoughts are turning to long, winding roads and days in the saddle spent exploring those parts of the country I wouldn't normally entertain visiting in a car.
The days when I used to tag along to various motorcycle events have gone mostly by-the-by but my head often turns automatically to the throb of a V4 or the thud of a British single.
I did these bits and pieces whilst I was residing in Cornwall during part of the 90's.
Time to dig out the leathers and get that bike sorted for the Summer...