After I went to the Nordkapp last year, next on the list for me was Scotland. I asked my father to join me, so it would be a nice father & son trip. We ended up riding a little over 3000km in 13 days, going around the top of Scotland (including Dunnet Head, another 'Nordkapp') First some background info... Since the Nordkapp trip I did not ride my bike for a while. I was far from done with riding, but I felt I had outgrown it and wanted to move to a bike better suited to me. After looking around throughout the winter I found this '00 BMW R1150GS a couple of months ago, with just over 70.000km on the odometer. The day of the trade-in. My first bike next to my second one. I installed pannier racks so I could use my own aluminum panniers, a Bagster tankcover, ring for my tankbag, power plug for my GPS and finally for the looks a very cool adventure beak. I was ready! My father Ben has been riding bikes for over 30 years, and for the last 15 years or so his beast is a '93 BMW K75. He bought it with around 50.000km on the counter, but right now it is almost at 210.000km. Ben playing with his GPS, at Megget reservoir. Notice the shit on his engine, not just dirt but proper shit. Almost two years exactly to the departure date (may 2011) Ben decided to have revenge for all the years of traffic jams he had to endure and created one of his own by crashing his bike during rush hour. In heavy rain he lost control of his front wheel on a patch of repaired asphalt, while overtaking a car at 120km/h. We don't know what did the most damage, the impact of him hitting the tarmac or the slide that was stopped by the roadside crash barrier, but he was lucky to be alive. He did crush his ankle bone into a thousand pieces, and doctors thought he would never walk normal again. After 7 weeks in hospital and multiple surgeries, he surprised everyone by walking without aid at the end of the summer, and rode his bike for the first time in the spring of 2012. He was and still is on pain medication but it is (for the circumstances) manageable. The bike had been ok, it had only lost a crash bar, an indicator and a broken windscreen, but the engine was without any serious damage. The mental aspect however was equally daunting. If it wasn't for my enthusiasm for bikes he might have never got on one again, and even after those first short rides he had a hard time getting over the fear of water or dirt on the road, especially in corners. This hardly changed throughout 2012, and he could hardly imagine crossing wet and cold mountain passes like I did in Norway last September. With all this in mind I still asked him to join me to Scotland, where he would have no choice but ride in the (guaranteed) rain and get over this trauma. To prepare, we got some advanced training from a professional and experienced riding instructor. This took place on what ended up to be the rainiest day in Dutch recorded history (27 hours of continuous rain), we were soaked but the training helped and convinced us we could handle anything Scotland could throw at us. A week before departure, testing out the handling of the fully loaded bikes. So without further ado, we're off!