Yesterday I rode southwest and ended up at Beaulieu national motor museum in the New Forest, it all looked impossibly quaint and picturesque in the sunshine. Spent some time wandering around then rode back. Neck muscles ache like hell, the legacy of four months without riding the bike. Off today on more aimless riding - in fact I intend to keep this up throughout the weekend, neck muscles permitting!
|My first scooter was one of these - different paint scheme tho'|
|My first car - 1961 Mini|
|Looking down on the museum from the monorail|