Simpler times
When I first started touring 30, ahem, years ago, life was simple. Karen and I aboard a GSX1100EFE, my best mate and his then current squeeze on board his GPZ900R, two sets of throw-overs, a couple of maps and a set of notes taped to the tank.
Two weeks in the Dordogne, a little gîte, more barbeque and drink than was good for us at our tender age, and we were all sold on the whole motorcycle touring thing. Planning had been
