Some great weather recently and a great excuse to get out for a wee run on the Nortons before the Despotic "leaders" of this nation impose even more draconian limits on our freedom.
Enough of that, and back to the freedom of a sunny day, being able to roll out your old classic bike and enjoy a bimble on the small roads, enjoying nature, enjoying the fresh smells of the countryside, enjoying the mighty Norton on some of Perthshires best roads....enough of that and back to reality.....
We stopped in a random layby and by chance bumped into a couple from Argyll, lets call them Anne and David, a short while later a passing motorcyclist stopped by, lets call her Liz, and then completely by accident another motorcyclist happened by, lets call him Ian, these mythical people chatted at a good two metres distance before going on their way to enjoy the rest of their day. Some amusement was afforded by some on the hoof maintenance of Fiona's bike, the carb had a sticky float and battering it with a sharp instrument wasn't enough so I had to remove it and the float bowl to fix the issue. A pleasant bimble home and bikes safely away. At one point it felt we had passed through the space time continuum and arrived in the 70s as the cars arriving in the layby were like our Nortons of the older type. Braw day oot!
|Yellow pearl ready to go|
|Mk 3 ready to go|
|Maintenance on the hoof|
|Liz limbering up|
|David in deep thought|
|Ian's choice of weapon for the day|
|Have I arrived in the 70s?|