An Indian Summer

Sorry, couldn't resist that one. Seeing as my pictures are all spoken for at the moment, UN and Kawa have kindly given me permission to use some of theirs, so they'll be appearing on this very blog before your very eyes in the next day or so. That's in between me taking delivery of Shed No2, fencing the lambs in and preparing for a trip to Jedburgh on Thursday. I tell you, it's nothing but go go go here. By gum, there's the small matter of Mrs BC's birthday on Thursday too.

Here are the pics from UN - that's not THE UN, it's just UN... Pics from Kawa to follow but it's gone midnight and my alarm is set for 05:00 Thursday so as you'll appreciate, I don't wanna sit at the computer much longer.


Thanks for those UN. Saved me bacon, you have.

And over to Kawa....


Isn't she lovely? It's rude to say a lady's age, so I'll tell you Mrs Maxwell is slightly older than me, and only stopped motorcycling when she reached 70. She told us tales of her Raleigh and how she used to ride it around Scotland all by herself, and how the men folk thought she was ever so slightly odd for doing so - sound familiar? If I can still hop on a motorcycle when I'm 70+ and am able to remember all the good old days with a smile, I'll be happy as happy as she is.

The rear view of the 'trike' UN got a snap of. I foresee Mrs BC saying something like "...I want one...". Heck, she has the GBC Sidecar to look forward to.

There was also a wedding, hence the "just married" balloon and bunch of flowers - congrats to the lovely couple, Jo and Tim. Can you imagine my surprise when I got an invite to the Yew Tree Circle in the grounds of Traquair House? It was the best wedding I've been to.


So there you have it, the International Indian Rally, held near Peebles on a sunny weekend in July. Not only was it very cold at night and I had to make use of John's sleeping bag - you know, from bikeshite.com but it I also had the experience of riding pillion on Kawa's 19?? Rickman Kawasaki, actually, I never really know if it's that way round, or if it is in fact, a Kawasaki Rickman. Either way it was jolly good fun, once he discovered I don't mind, how you say, nipping on a bit - in a sensible and safe manner. I've got no time for nutters who expect a pillion to jump on and then road off so fast that said pillion goes flying over the back of the bike. Met one of those once, he liked to go very, very VERY fast on his Triumph Daytona. Once out on the open roads and racing with his mates, my feet nearly ended up in his ears. So anyway, thanks to Kawa for the lift.