Motorcycle Touring: "Why Don't I Come With You?"

So you bought all the gear, wandered off by yourself for a few trips and returned home brimming with tales of how wonderful life is while touring on a motorcycle, and then you hear these fateful words. "Why don't I come with you next time?"Two up touring, taking a pillion on the back, going on tour with your lass, other half, girlfriend, wife, or equal in status life partner, however you want to put it when you hear those words for the first time it can strike dread into your heart. Gone forever the feeling of freedom and lack of responsibility for anyone other than your own self, gone the diet of kebabs and beer, and gone the illusion of being a wild free spirit facing the road ahead with a world weary smile. Fear not, there is life after these words have been uttered. Within these pages is an account of a three thousand mile, six countries, five week tour I did with our lass on the back of my beloved bike that might put your mind at ease. Travel with us across the rain sodden plains of France, over the temperate peaks of the Alps, through the baking heat of the Italian SP road system, and into the quite nice weather of Slovenia. Meet the café owner renowned across France for his surly manner, be staggered by the towering Triglav mountain, amazed by the grandeur of the Grossglor ... Grooslock ... Grossglockner Pass ... oh to hell with this. It's a book about meandering across Europe on a motorbike and it could convince you to say "Why that's a wonderful idea darling" when she asks that question. Just don't for god's sake say "You can't, because I've already asked your slimmer sister" that would be insane, seriously. Anyway, if you like reading about motorbikes, mountains, muck spreaders and living on the road it should keep you amused, interested, and out of trouble for a few hours.