Touring around on a bike with a top speed of 50mph (if there's no headwind!) might not be everyone's idea of fun. But it is our's, and it seems there are a few like-minded souls on this forum, so I thought I'd share a few of our rides. There's also a trip in the pipeline for this summer, so the thread is going to be 50/50 ride report and planning. This planned trip will be our most adventurous so far, covering 3 countries and a couple of thousand miles. On these little bikes it brings a few concerns and headaches how to carry all our gear for one. First things first The bikes. This is mine - a 2001 Yamaha SR125 4-stroke single And my mate's - a 1994 Suzuki GN125 4-stroke single. Not quite R1200GS territory, but should get us where we need to be we hope. Our first outing was a relatively tame expedition of about a week riding through the Lake District national park in North West England, up into Scotland and then back home via the Lake District once more. We decided to take camping gear to take advantage of the wild camping laws in Scotland. so we had to find space for this on the bikes. We had no panniers, but the large pillion seats on these bikes seemed to make a good place for stowing the gear. Everything else then had to be squashed into a small tank bag: We were pretty minimal with everything else one set of clothes all trip. Our first night's camping out the way, we woke to a cold surprise. It dropped to around -6 to -7 deg over night. Waking up to this wasn't fun: although it doesn't look too snowy, there was a hard frost on the bikes and riding in these conditions with no wind protection was utterly bitter. When the numbness passed the fingers, hands, wrists and started towards the arms we had to stop, warm up and then start riding again. The stops were many, and the miles travelled that day were few. It didn't help that passing us the other way on the road were hoard after hoard of smug-looking BMW GS riders with wind deflectors, heated grips and seats. We were pretty envious. The next few days we were rained off, and didn't ride much - preferring the local inns hostelries. We also made the most of the bad weather to stock up on supplies: But then the sun finally came out: We could finally get some good riding in: Passing over quaint bridges... Over mountain passes Down deserted country lanes. There was time to stop and relax by the lakes Find inner peace at ancient stone circles Stage the occasional photoshoot no mountains were injured in the taking of this photo And sometimes to just stop and admire the bikes After finishing the tour it was safe to say we'd bonded with these mild machines. At times we wished for a more comfortable bike, for more BHP, more torque (those hills!) and heated grips. But on reflection, these little bikes had carried us over a thousand miles, most of them fun, and on the right roads (smaller the better) these bikes become a lot of fun, and the riding sublime. We realised that by gently thumping along at 40-50mph we saw, and experienced, the whole country and landscape. The times taken to cover moderate distances were long, but this added to the sensation of making a voyage. And the hills and headwinds seriously impeded progress at times, but this only added to the sense of adventure and fun. So much so that we have now booked the next trip later this year, and we'll be going further overseas, covering a much larger total distance, there'll be mountains 3 times the hight to overcome but we'll still be on the same bikes.