A veritable potpourri of images this week, some just amaze me and make me want to get out there and do it, oh wait that's right I will be next week, so that's why this one is a day earlier, and if your all very nice and keep sending me nicer compliments I might just post another one tomorrow before i go, because next week there wont be one.
I'm off to feel the warmth of the sun on my leather jacket and see a shadow of my bike and me stretched out in front of me, with the tarmac rolling back under my bike, the smell of long dried Canterbury pastureland wafting up into my helmet, and the shimmer of the heat haze in front. Singing in my helmet and laughing like a mad bastard, because that's where I am and not anywhere else. Knowing that the only thing in my future is that beer on that bar in that pub, some where up there.
She's about to go for a ride on her Vespa.