Funny thing is I never thought of taking pictures of my bikes. I think I’ve got one, somewhere, of me and the Suzuki in front of the Forth (rail) Bridge, but all you can see of the bike is the fairing! (Move over, Dorothea, there’s a new girl in town . . . )
I did visit the Sammy Miller Motorcycle Museum at Highcliffe back in the day, but it’s not exactly wheelchair friendly: the whole first floor is stairs only and totally inaccessible for wheelies or walkers – though they do provide a list of all the bikes up there that we can’t see, including a 1920 Ladies Velocette much like the one my great aunt used to ride before WWI. Which is a bit strange to me considering Mr. Miller is, according to Wiki, a Patron of the National Association for Bikers with a Disability. Still, it’s a nice day out and there’s Tea Shop and everything, now.