NC500, John o'Groats, Isle of Skye: and The Empire Strikes Back

NC500, John o’Groats, Isle of Skye: and The Empire Strikes Back

Welcome back, 2wheeler ladies and gents! Today was THE day! And I absolutely mean it this time! Now, I know it might sound like I’m constantly trying to sell you the best riding experience every single day, but trust me, today was an absolute gem! Sure, there were a few hiccups and downsides along the way, but let me tell you, they were like tiny pebbles on the road of my motorcycle happiness. Oh, and speaking of roads, there’s a buzz-worthy story involving a bee farmer cap that I’ll share with you shortly. I promise it’ll leave you in stitches!

Before we dive into the nitty-gritty, let me take a moment to send a special message to my family, friends, and all of you brave souls embarking on this adventure with us:

I’m writing to you from the magnificent Isle of Skye, where I find myself holed up in my fortified tent, surrounded by what feels like an army of winged adversaries. These little buggers are relentless! I can’t help but worry about the well-being of my trusty steed. Perhaps I should have invested in one of those spacious lonerider tents, or similar, that can comfortably accommodate a family of four and a motorcycle. Oh well, should I fall in battle, please make a solemn vow not to share any embarrassing photos of me resembling a gigantic mosquito bite with a helmet. Deal?

Is that an Elephant? Oh… It’s Swarm of Mosquitos

Now, let’s address the elephant in the room—yes, the mosquitos! Yesterday, I thought I had seen the worst of it, but boy, was I mistaken! Today, they descended upon me in swarms, numbering in the millions. But fear not, my fellow riders, for amidst the insect invasion, a compassionate comrade camping nearby took pity on me and bestowed upon me the closest thing to a beekeeper hat and some mosquito repellent. Thank the motorcycle gods for small mercies! On the bright side, I can confidently declare that the rest of the UK must be blissfully mosquito-free because they’ve all migrated to join me here. And let me tell you, I’ve unintentionally become a connoisseur of daily protein intake thanks to these little airborne nuisances. Bon appétit, mosquitos!

NC500, John o'Groats, and the Isle of Skye: The Empire Strikes Back

Unveiling the Road Gods’ Smile

But let’s shift gears for a moment and rewind to the start of this epic ride. Today, as I hopped onto my faithful motorcycle, it felt like the universe itself conspired to make this journey extraordinary. The riding conditions were flawless, the landscapes were awe-inspiring, and the twists and turns of the road were pure joy to navigate. It was one of those rare days when every element seamlessly aligned, leaving an indelible smile on my face that even a gust of wind couldn’t wipe away.

Follow That Bycicle and The Breakfast Brotherhood

Now, let me share a humorous anecdote from yesterday’s escapades. As I was on the cusp of embarking on the renowned NorthCoast500 route, I found myself inadvertently tailing the camping elderly lady pedaling her bicycle. Bless her heart, she seemed genuinely concerned that my GS1200 might skid on the gravelly road. It’s moments like these that solidify the bond between a rider and their trusted steed. We forged an unspoken pact—the motorcycle eats when I eat, and I eat when the motorcycle eats. It’s a true testament to the camaraderie between man and machine. After all, who needs breakfast when you have a brotherhood with your adventure bike?

Uncharted Detours: Discovering Hidden Gems on Two Wheels

Our journey led us from Inverness, the starting point of the NC500, and onwards northbound to the iconic destination of John o’Groats. For the purists among you, I must confess that I didn’t strictly stick to the NC500 track, and I’m actually glad I deviated from the beaten path. These detours allowed me to explore stunning national park reserves, traverse remarkable roads, and immerse myself fully in the awe-inspiring beauty that surrounded me. As a motorcycle rider who cherishes the freedom of the open road, it was an absolute paradise. Incredible biking routes, breathtaking landscapes, warm-hearted locals, a sense of camaraderie among fellow riders, and just the right amount of tourist-like activities—it was a winning recipe for an unforgettable adventure.

The Curious Case of a French-Inspired German Bike

Oh, and here’s a peculiar observation—my fuel gauge seems to have gone on strike! It appears that even German bikes can have parts sourced from various countries in this globalized world. I have a sneaky suspicion that my fuel gauge might have a touch of French flair to it. But fret not, my friends, for I’ve resorted to old-school methods of determining fuel range—taking a quick glance at the odometer and performing mental math. Who needs high-tech gadgets when you have good ol’ fashioned calculations?

Triumph at John o’Groats: Celebrating Camaraderie, Milestones, and the Isle of Skye Calling

As I arrived at John o’Groats, I was greeted by a bustling congregation of bikers, each with their own tales of adventure and conquest. One enthusiastic fellow insisted on capturing our shared triumph with a selfie. Behold, the evidence of our motorcycle brotherhood!

And since I couldn’t resist the allure of the road, I decided to carry on my journey to the mesmerizing Isle of Skye. It cost me an additional sixteen pounds to add to my already modest budget, but the experience has been worth every penny.

Now, instead of setting up my complete motorcycle camping apparatus, I opted for the safety and security of the Skye camping grounds. You see, the presence of those airborne insects made it a no-brainer. I didn’t want to risk becoming their next feast! So, for now, I bid you adieu as I seek some much-needed rest.

Rest and Recharge: Reflections on a Hilarious and Captivating Journey

Ah, the joys and challenges of a motorcycle adventure! Battling hordes of mosquitos, embracing unexpected detours, and forging connections with kindred spirits along the way—it’s these moments that make each journey truly remarkable. So, my fellow 2wheelers, buckle up and stay tuned for more exhilarating tales from the road. And remember, when life throws mosquitos your way, put on your bee farmer cap, take a deep breath, and ride on!

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