Don't worry, i'm not going into full waffle mode about another trip. 2200 miles of absolute bliss.
A few highlights.
Geoff and myself neck and neck into a hairpin, I clock the coppers just round the bend, and slow down. Geoff thinks, slow git, great this is his chance to get by and pulls a big wheelie out of the hairpin in front of the gendarmes.
Azzy gets something out of his Ventura at a fuel stop but forgets to zip it up. Then flys off down the road at 120mph distributing his stuff around the French countryside.
Crossing France from end to end and back and using less than 100 miles of Autoroutes and even less N roads. French road builders who know how to lay proper tarmac, not just tar and chippings.
Dancing on the tables in Andorra, with a brush for a guitar giving an absolutely superb/dreadfull (delete as applicable) rendering of 'Won't get fooled again' & 'Behind Blue Eyes' and the bar staff joining in.
Mad hot temperatures. 33C at 9am rising to 42C later in the day, then being repeated the next day, and the next.
Too hot for leathers.
Azzy, Geoff and Andy for making it a laugh from start to finish.
Ducati for building the 996R.
The Massif Central for being the best Massive, respect man. Eat your heart out Ali G.
Big respect to the bloke in the yellow T shirt who kept peddaling like the clappers everywhere in that heat up some some BIG hills.