Poole

On Tuesday we stood the night in Poole, a small city on the south coast of England, directly at the channel. Old fishermen house, the smell of the sea and salt in the air and Seagulls crying. It was nearly holiday well besides the bad weather.

There was a motorbike meeting in Poole that night and probably 400 bikes were present. An old Indian, the company that Harley once bought, was to be seen. Well I would have loved to go for a ride, but these helmets even if they look stunning don’t fit my little head.








Wouldn't that be cool, riding an old Indian on the small and curling streets on the south coast? That ain't nuts at all!!

Kisses Herb