Motorcycling!

B and I had an errr problem after riding the motorcycle for 8 hours last week. So much so, that I told him that I didn't want to think about Rome, Paris or anywhere else until my bottom stopped feeling like my butt knuckles had worn holes through my ass cheeks. The adventure stopped here until I had a rubber doughnut to sit on. So, I took action by first eating more ice cream for operation: add cushion.
B found a more practical solution - blow up air pillows. Riding on air, baby.
You might laugh or call me names,
but you just don't understand my ways -
I'm sitting on air, baby
I'm riding on air, baby.
Air ride.
So sweet.
We've been out motorcycling around the island of Hvar. Check out the video!