Had breakfast, slept, ate some more, slept some more. Climbed some trees, slept some more, dug a hole.

Now I’m really tired.

I love my HD Fat Boy, for me it is the epitome of all things American. It looks cool and sounds amazing and let’s be honest seeing the terminator climb onto this beast and ride off is something I always think of when I climb onto mine. So after 2 weeks of US sunshine and sat astride a Harley Electra Glide Ultimate, my beasty felt somewhat tiny today. It was like going from a Rolls Royce with all bells and whistles down to a Robin Reliant.

It is true that after riding something of that size you could a few hundred miles and not notice it, yet do 20 on a Fat Boy and KNOW you have done 20.

Still I love my lump of Americana but I did miss my pillion tapping directions onto my shoulders and the occasional squeeze of my sides to let me know she is still awake behind me.

The Robin

The Rolls

Ah the joys of fancy airports designed by architects aiming for a nice aesthetic appearance. Never mind sufficient chairs for people. So we are sat on the floor watching the world go by and wondering whether we will fly tonight.

One airline from the UK has just been diverted away from Orlando due to the extreme weather and an earlier Manchester flight was delayed to after our current planned time.

So, coffee in hand, we’ve staked out our little patch of carpet. We’re very relaxed about the whole thing, if we have to stay another night in Florida then we’ll manage to keep ourselves entertained somehow.

Now, anyone for Twister on this crazy carpet?