Well, it can't be you, you pig ugly mother fucker not when you have that gorgeous 'R' as a big sister........at least these were my first thoughts as I pondered....
"A motorcycle provides the link between all your senses and the way ahead."
Although I covered a hundred miles on my own KTM 950 today I was fortunate enough to be loaned an 1190 for 8 hours, that's 8 hours of riding around North Wales, using thirty quids worth of fuel in driving rain and wind.
It was also an 8 hours which will prompt me to buy a lottery ticket this week.
I'm not far from the 'Ugly Cottage' on the A5 and consider taking a sarky photo there, but things were changing.....
Not wanting to wax lyrical about the stonking engine, brakes, suspension and pretty much everything about this machine....that's done elsewhere, it's more about how a motorcycle can become the perfect extension of your body and mind.
By now I rode past the Ugly Cottage suppressing my earlier thoughts with a tinge of guilt.
I show her my favourite mountain which I must have climbed at least 20 times.
Then show her the views
You know how we like to show our girlfriend where we're from?
Well, my old cottage is only a few miles down there.
"A motorcycle provides the link between all your senses and the way ahead."
Although I covered a hundred miles on my own KTM 950 today I was fortunate enough to be loaned an 1190 for 8 hours, that's 8 hours of riding around North Wales, using thirty quids worth of fuel in driving rain and wind.
It was also an 8 hours which will prompt me to buy a lottery ticket this week.
I'm not far from the 'Ugly Cottage' on the A5 and consider taking a sarky photo there, but things were changing.....
Not wanting to wax lyrical about the stonking engine, brakes, suspension and pretty much everything about this machine....that's done elsewhere, it's more about how a motorcycle can become the perfect extension of your body and mind.
By now I rode past the Ugly Cottage suppressing my earlier thoughts with a tinge of guilt.
I show her my favourite mountain which I must have climbed at least 20 times.
Then show her the views
You know how we like to show our girlfriend where we're from?
Well, my old cottage is only a few miles down there.




, I was drenched by then and needed to press on so dripped over the pritstine floor at at Tremadog instead

