Raymond_mole":oazephjn said:Ah The smell of the open air
The sound of the Sandbanks Chain ferry heading to Studland
The sight of the Purbecks
The taste of cherry chapstick
would be my input if my GF was looking over my shoulder
Reality is
The smell of a well used Animal watch strap
The sound of a tightly laced Discdrive on a hardpack tyre at 40 PSI
The sight of a gate left open on your favourite downhill section
The taste of mint choc chip ice cream from the little shop in Corfe Castle. after 2 hours of a 4 hour ride.
+1 and to add my own....the smell of aftersun on slightly burnt arms and legs. and the way your legs tingle after being stung by nettles