This is Brad getting a feel of his new flattrack bike. Obviously dreaming of short tracks ( if was the mile he would have his left hand clamped to his fork leg. )
I assume he's practicing , either that or his beard is snagged in the sprocket again.
Today I had a day just pootleing around my shed , wood burner crankin an Brian Harris callin the tunes on my radio.
I got a bit over excited an decided to go for a blast over the moors on my Duke. We got no snow here but it was bloody icey and I nearly ended up on my arse more than once.
I stopped to get some pictures of the deep ice blue sky and the sun pinging off of the aluminium tank, majestic frost coverd moor land rolling off into the distance . But I had no camera (that's why you got a lovely picky of Brad)