Dutch Hogs

When I say I love motorcycles, I mean sports bikes.
I've never exactly been a Harley fan.
I often refer to them as 2-wheeled tractors.
Even the potato-potato noise does little for me.

But there is something grudgingly impressive about seeing them en masse.
When I picking my daughter up from guides, I spotted about 20 odd outside of a local hotel.

They all had Dutch plates, and as we're kinda close to a cross channel ferry, I'm assuming it's either the beginning or the end of a touring holiday.

Here's hoping the Scottish weather stays fine for them and everyone gets home safe.