I love that road! Had a good blast up it last month on my way to the highlands. Only my second time on it, the previous time was a good 4 or so years ago, been looking forward to doing it again ever since
I hope you have a lovely time, Bikerman. But I'm sorry to read that you're in a CAR!!! The least the weather could do for you is be less brilliant so you wouldn't be wishing you were on a bike instead.
Had a run up to Scotland on Sunday. Old semi-derelict church at Elvanfoot on the A702. Then down the Dalveen Pass to Carronbridge, Thornhill and sticking with the 702 on to New Galloway... Tide was out at Wigtown harbour... Lunch at Stranraer.... ...afternoon tea at Clatteringshaws.... .....then back up the Dalveen Pass (god, I LOVE that road!) to Elvanfoot and back home. Two pots of tea at Clatteringshaws meant an emergency stop in the forest for a wee comfort break .. Depart 05:00, back home around 21:30, 743miles and a good day out in almost perfect weather.
When I'm taking the Cairnryan Ferry to NI I always come off the M74 further north at Abington just so I can take the Dalveen Pass back down again!
It is a superb road... that queens view road is a peach too, been on it many times. Always the first priority when I come over on the boat
I think you are making up those ridiculous place names… Next instalment will have Little Bumcrack, Knobbly Thomas, and Greater Flange.
Nothing ridiculous about our place names. (Well, maybe Clatteringshaws.) And I speak as one who spent his first few months of life on a farm near Ecclefechan. (Better than some of my English relatives, though, who came from near Sodding Chipbury, or somewhere like that.)
Most of Skye is indeed beautiful, but it's best to go there off-season. It has been a victim of its own success, and is so famous that it's on everyone's bucket list. Avoid the well-known beauty spots like the Fairy Pools and the Coral Beach - there will be nowhere to park at this time of year!
Cheers. I'm sure the dog will thank you for it! We had a holiday house in the island for many years, so I know it quite well.
Hey, just checking in. I hope everyone is well. I haven't posted or even been on the site for months. Busy with projects around El Rancho Fork Lock and my daughter's house, as well. I've been getting a lot of wheel time in. I really like this little bike. It's in the shop having some work done on the exhaust. I'm tired of people asking to hear it run - when it is already running. I can't ride for a bit anyway, I torqued my ankle bad, so I'm sitting around nursing the ankle and I thought it would be a good time to get it into the shop. This shot is from a few day ago at a popular bike destination here in South Jersey, the Sweetwater Marina Restaurant on the Mullica River. The big fella on the left is the Jersey Devil.
Oh yes, Twatt. It's somewhere between Wetwang and Penistone, isn't it? Some parts of the country have some funny place names.
This past Saturday I saw an ad in our local newspaper for the Western National Parks Association store. They place ads in the paper on a regular basis and every time I see one I say, "Gee, I should go see that place". Plus it's right off a road that's on a common ride route as well. So today was the day. I decided I'd do a solo ride and make the ride (primarily) about the destination rather than the journey. Of course, any excuse to ride..... The store is only about 15 miles from our house so the ride itself was a bit of a shorty. Now that I've been to the store I can't believe I never went there before. SO many lost opportunities to purchase Christmas and birthday gifts--plus the odd thing for myself and Mr. Sandi here and there, too. Thanks to our rise in Covid cases lately, masks were required inside the store and there were very few customers. I was the first one of the day. They also have a classroom type room and an outdoor area in addition to the store itself. The women running the store said that they have the artists whose work they sell sometimes come to do shows and speaking engagements but won't be doing that again until Covid is laid to rest. So I snapped a bunch of photos to share here. I tried to capture a representative mix of what the store features but there was FAR more than I could (or should) photograph or post. That said, I will share enough photos to require two posts. My Low Rider S all by it's lonesome (almost) when I arrived. They had tons of books of every sort--historical, hiking guides, parks guides, novels, kids books. I'd like to go back soon just to take a better look at all their offerings! Navajo weavings Gorgeous jewelry, mostly Navajo and Hopi Mata Ortiz pottery Oaxacan animal carvings - Mr. Sandi and I have a handful of these. They are really cool and fun to collect because price wise they are affordable compared to things like the pottery and weavings. continued in my next post
But this particular Oaxacan animal is a bit out of Mr. Sandi's and my price range! Tohono O'odham baskets. The Tohono O'odham tribe is located very near Tucson. Zuni fetishes--nooo, not THAT kind of fetish. Although I guess the question on this sign still may apply. This is another really fun thing to collect. I used to have a number of them and have absolutely no idea where they disappeared to. Guess I need to start a new collection. Traditional Native American flutes Of course lots of local and regional foods (way more than in this photo!) and cookbooks. And toys! But no dog toys or none that I saw anyway. Although I'm sure Ellie would enjoy tearing her way through a stuffed coyote or javelin if I brought one home for her. The outdoor area for demonstrations and art shows. I'll be looking forward to those when the store starts doing that again. I feel like I made a great find today. Although to be honest I'm rather a dunce since this place has been around a long time and right under my nose (and on a ride tour) the whole time!
I’m stone cold sober (or I was last week) and I can’t say his surname. I’m assuming it’s his name and not a disease he’s got? Edit: that’s not meant to be rude just that the name is complex and difficult (for me) to pronounce mish mash of letters. Someone will assume my genuine ignorance is some form of bias. It’s not. I’m just daft.
I have an apartment in Spain just down the road from the lovely little town of Peniscola, or Cockpop as I call it. The bus can't get all the name in the little window, so it shows the terminus as Penis.
Being daft would not be a valid reason for such blatant bias normally but in this case fully justified