What bike(s) are you actually riding?

Those Comfi Cheeks Pads might be comfortable but are Bloody Ugly! What happened to the Mesh Seat Cover from Suchee? They work well?

 

Nice! I used to compete on Montessa, then Beta, and still have a TY250 sitting forlorn in a shed down in Perth.
The thing that has always impressed me with trials is how much damage one can do to oneself at walking speed...
B002 by Eoin Christie, on Flickr

B001 by Eoin Christie, on Flickr

B003 by Eoin Christie, on Flickr

 

Here’s my 1974 Enfield Bullet, which I’ve owned for 20-something years. An Interceptor is currently wending it’s wicked way to KL, ready for my return from Angola in a couple of months.
001 by Eoin Christie, on Flickr

Regards the Himalaya, my wife and I have enjoyed following the journey of Noraly and her bike named “Basanti”:
https://www.itchyboots.com/

The bike has served her well (as has her admirable attitude):
Itchy Boots

 

here is mine.... versys650 2018....

 

The Interceptor Has Landed...

I’m currently in Malabo, Equatorial Guinea, and start the long journey back to KL today, to pick up the bike on Thursday.
Saturday it begins it’s 8-9,000km 2nd phase run-in North

 

Great Looking Bikes!

 

May not look quite so good after some North Laos Clay, and a few lie-downs

 

Made it to Sungai Golok today. Immigration and Customs were all good, except for one Person on the Malaysian Immigration (which is usually the easiest for me), who was an excellent tropical version of Little Britain’s Receptionist, Carol. She complained that I didn’t stop at the (unmarked) Immigration booth. I responded that I just followed the 500 other motorcyclists barreling down what seemed like an advanced riding school obstacle course, and that nobody appeared to be present. She told me that was a lie, and so I asked directions to the cunningly-disguised booth. She waved generally towards the South China Sea. I found the booth, with a nice Immigration officer, and she did nothing, but told me to go to Counter 11, which was my old friend, who6hen Set about grumpily doing the job she was meant to in the first place.
I did manage to cause a stir when I dropped my pen cap down the back of the fingerprint machine in Thai Immigration, and then proceeded to shake it to get it out. I’m surprised anyone lets me in anywhere...

 

Told ya! North Laos Clay an 3 lie-downs...

 

Exactly, David. It’s bringing me where I want to be. Perhaps not in style, but that was never my forte, anyway.

 

BMW S1000XR,
Ducati Diavel Carbon Red
Ducati Panigale V4S