It's the trailer full of beer dilligaf. I reckon if you manually tow the trailer to your next gig, you will lose weight and save fuel. Ps. You may have to set off a few days earlier.
Velcro? How else would I keep those lumps of plastic on my knees?..... Nearly scratched mine the other day! ......So what are they for??
I'd have to go with modern fabrics. I started riding in the early 70s and my Belstaff wax jacket and trousers were good but nothing like modern kit for keeping you warm and dry. Water used to get in down the neck and through the zips after a while. It would pool in your crotch and blow up under the jacket and over the waistband of the trousers. And it it wasn't raining and it was winter you got cold and I mean cold. No thin but thermally efficient fleeces back then. But more importantly the boots and gloves. Warm, dry hands and feet were near on impossible over any distance. Believe me if you're cold and wet you are truly miserable! I can now ride all day in a monsoon and get off the bike warm and dry all over. Back in the 70s I sometimes had wet gloves and boots for weeks because they never had the chance to dry out. I really don't miss putting on wet gear!
Quality mr t. I'm sure most on this site fully get ya point. I certainly do. I once rode a gsxr600 k3 from northern Germany to the south west of England in November. Rained and sleeted all the way, and I've never been so dismayed in my life. Wet??? Oh I was wet all right. Atb Bob
I remember going camping in the Lake District on my bike in the 70s Planned for 7 nights but after 4 days near non stop rain packed up and skulked off home like a drowned rat. I don't think me or my Belstaff ever recovered!
I remember a trip from Penrith to Hertford. Needed a long, hot shower to resuscitate a countersunk, purple acorn.
I used to be a fairly common sight when it was wet and cold to see bikes at the side of the road with the rider crouched over the engine. Some had broken down and were trying to persuade Lucas the Prince of Darkness to give them a spark but the rest had the cold wet hands clamped onto the exhaust in a bid to get the feeling back. I don't miss that at all.
I remember using the "Hot Air" hand drier in public/fuel station toilets to warm up ! I'd stick my sleeve over the vent and hit the power button many many times, must have cost the service centres a fortune in power bills !!!
So it's you who has had all bikers barred from using the rest rooms (bogs, just in case that were too posh). lol.
I still remember having scalded hands after riding to Southend on sea in the middle of winter at night , freezing cold, stopping on the sea front, getting off the bike still shaped like i was on it.Then buying a hot chocolate to defrost my inners but only managing to spill it over my cold numb shaking hands as I tried to keep the contents of the cup from shaking out over them. I didnt hurt until my hands became my own again....oh the things you remember.
I had a similar thing when riding back from Scarboro home to Leeds. When we got to York I couldn't operate the front brake or clutch because my ungloved hands were so frozen. Once at home and they started to defrost, by jove did they sting !!!!
