My route. Paul at Celtic Rider had a tracker on the bike. Each color route is a different day.
Aslo it tracked my speed 154 KPH was my top speed.

 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Peel and Port Erin

Image
 After the Motor Museum I rode  to the western town of Peel. Mostly on the roads they use for the TT race. Peel is a small fishing town with a castle. You can tour the castle, but there was a line. And would rather ride. So I passed on the tour. Heading to the Southern tip of Isle of Man Port Erin. Many seals sunny them selfs Some big ones Had lunch at the Sound Cafe. Very close to this location. One more day in the Isle of Man.
Read more

Exploring The Isle of Man

Image
 Leaving my hotel in Douglas I wanted to go north to the Motor Museum. Easy ride out of town. Rode many of the roads they use for the TT race. I was up at 4am and ready to go at 6:30   But they don't open till 10. So I took a little ride to the Head of Douglas. A park that overlooked the Irish Sea. This is where I spread some of Nancy's ashes.
Read more

Edinburgh – Unexpected Finds and an Even More Unexpected Incident

Image
After wandering the Royal Mile and soaking in the city, I ducked into a small place in Old Town for lunch. I think it was a meat pie—flaky, rich, and comforting—with some green stuff Nancy would’ve made me eat. Probably kale or something close enough. She always tried to sneak in vegetables. I smiled to myself, thinking, "Okay, Nancy... I ate the green stuff." With a full belly and the afternoon ahead of me, I decided it was time to find some gifts. I wanted to bring something back for the girls in my neighborhood and others who helped me with Nancy during those hard months. Just a small thank-you. Down a quiet side street, I found a charming little jewelry shop. Inside, I searched for something that spoke of Scotland and meaning. Celtic knots caught my eye—those beautiful, endless designs. I picked out two pairs of earrings and a silver cross inlaid with a delicate pearl. Simple, elegant, and heartfelt. Nancy would have approved. I left the shop feeling good, but reality...
Read more