Norway, the long way up
Two weeks, one GS, and roads that kept outdoing each other. Red boathouses, snow in June, and coffee that tasted better at altitude.
Most of my life happens outside. Two wheels, long roads, high places.
Have a look around. Say hello before you go.
Rider and wanderer. A life measured in long roads and high places.
I'm James. I ride a BMW GS 1300, I climb hills slower than I used to, and I believe the best conversations happen at the side of a road. This site is my logbook: the trips I loved, the photos I keep coming back to, and a few thoughts written down before I forget them.
If you've ended up here, we've probably shared a road, a paddock, or a pint somewhere. Good. Stay a minute.

Press and hold the button. Every trip starts with holding the throttle a second longer than is sensible.
Two weeks, one GS, and roads that kept outdoing each other. Red boathouses, snow in June, and coffee that tasted better at altitude.
Race paddocks became a second home. The 2021 season gave us a title, a family photo on the grid, and a shelf that suddenly needed more trophies.
No engine, just boots. The Beacons in low cloud is still my favorite view in the world.
A wall of the good stuff, straight off my camera roll. A few of these move; give them a second.










People ask why I ride a bus of a bike. Because it goes everywhere, carries everything, and never complains. Neither do I, if the coffee stops keep coming.
Weather there is a suggestion. You pack for four seasons, get all of them before lunch, and stop minding by day three. The roads make up for every soaking.
I spent years chasing lap times. These days the speed matters less than where the road goes. The view is better when you arrive slow enough to see it.
More posts on the way. I write them faster than I ride uphill.
Got a route to recommend, a photo from a shared day, or just fancy a chat? Send it over.
Prefer your own email? Write to jamesgs1@gmail.com