Back in the land of the living after finally getting the communications BS sorted. Everything arrived in good order and after a fair bit of bollox on behalf of the freight company we have the bikes. All that awaits is awaiting the Personal Import Plates to arrive, and then affixing, so they can head to the RTA (our DVLA) for final inspection and registration.
It was a brilliant day here and got out on the S for a couple of hours amonst the dimwits during the AM. But.... later in the day on the way to the airport in the car (it's OK... it has a horizontally opposed engine, honest) to drop off Nikk's mum we came across a new method of pillioning....
Don't ask what the bike is (unless someone would like to chime in
) but we had to get a side on shot as well....
Amazing!
Looks like the rider, a safety conscience type he is judging by the footwear, gave ample consideration for his lady's comfort by providing a high density pad for her derrière, and possibly highway pegs, too. Who said romance is dead?
Pity her luggage choice was a wee off!
