Pretty embarrassing that my first post here in months has to be about someone else who was 'out and about.' My sighting... Sunday 3/10, 5PM Pacific, you were zipping your way down the curves of Germantown Rd. just above St. Johns, OR. You were on a Strada, Brown jacket, 3/4 helmet. I was headed up on my Yamaha S10, Red 'Stich, Sliver helmet / smoke shield. Was it you?
I was out and about this weekend. There are some great places to ride where I live. The high desert, mountains, pine forest, etc. The place I was riding is just a few minutes from my house. There are some knarly hill climbs that are a bit intimidating on a big bike like the Terra. The hill in front of me was nearly straight down. Quite an adrenaline rush. You can see the "mini Las Vegas" in the background in the 2nd pic.
A few pics from recent trip. Queueing for the vehicle ferry between Australian mainland and Tasmania. The overnight trip is 10-11 hours sailing time. Jacobs ladder with a few mates in the bush Westernmost tip of Tassie Lake Barrington
Tazzierob, what an amazing countryside are you living on, my God. giving a round to Tasmania in kayak or in moto is my best dream.. bewildering views and plenty of National Parks.. As son as i can, this is my destiny: TASMANIA. but for a while please go on with ypur beautiful photoes.
Nev posted up most of those above, but Ok, I'll oblige Hope you make it down here one day Heading from Interlaken towards Bothwell, sorry about the KTM 1190 Adventure in the pic, not a Husky! Lower Marshes Lake Leake Spikey Beach, East Coast Fingal Tier across Rosemount Flat, looking towards Nowhere Else Blow Hole, Bicheno, East Coast Mt Roland
Actually posting the pics of that particular KTM isn't too off topic for this forum. That particular bike is only a few months old and has already had a warranty engine replacement. Dust getting into the airbox killed the original engine after only 4000km.
The weather forecast for the weekend was superb, so we decided to spend it on the Belgian Seaside. And with all the commemorations of The Great War coming up it felt like the right time to revisit some of the landmark sites which were compulsory school visits in our youth. We started off at the German cemetery near Vladslo. There's 20 names of young German boys and men that died here in Flanders' fields for each stone in the cemetery. Over 25000 in total, being watched over by a statue of mourning parents. Nearby is the Pax gate and the Yser tower, a monument in remembrance of the Flemish fallen. It was built in 1930 with what would become a very ironic inscription only 10 years later: "Nooit meer oorlog. Plus jamais de guerre. No more war. Nie wieder Krieg." in the 4 languages of the opposing parties on the Western front. Some last minute renovation works were being finalized. Then it was on to the largest cemetery for Commonwealth war heroes in the world: Tyne Cot. About 12000 British, Canadians, Australians, New Zealanders and South Africans. And a few Indians and Pakistani. Some room is reserved as well for a few non-allied soldiers. It is an impressive and humbling sight, but it is also hard to forget that this is less than half of the number buried on the German cemetery in Vladslo. Tyne Cot also has a wall with the names of 30000+ soldiers whose bodies were never recovered. We're near Paschendaele, where during a 100 day battle 500000 men lost their lives fighting over an 8km wide stretch of land. Ypres, with its Menin Gate, is also only a stone's throw away. Every evening at 8PM since 1928 and for eternity the Last Post is played under the gate to remember the fallen soldiers of the British Empire. More names of men and boys who gave their lives in one of the most gruesome conflicts in history. Luckily Flanders' fields look a lot more peaceful nowadays. Our final stop for the day is a small Belgian cemetery near Ramskapelle. Belgium is only a small country, with not that many inhabitants. Which also meant there just weren't as many of them to die either. Yet the cemetery is still pretty full Most of the graves are marked for "Onbekend", meaning the bodies could not be identified.It is a recurring theme on all of the Great War cemeteries. Even 100 years after the start of the war dozens and dozens of shells a month are still dug up by farmers in their fields and at construction sites. Every now and again the Great War still makes a new casualty.
Wasn't really expecting the camera to be there - I thought he comes out more towards the summer months. I had just caught this Triumph...there are some good street riders in those mountains but half of them are posiers. And if you're on a crotch it's gotta suck to be ran down by a single-holer with a bag bungied on the back! View: http://youtu.be/jm847f-a2PY
