NC500 - Video: The Bealach Na Ba pass

Warning!: I swear, a lot, in this video.  And whilst there is some stunning scenery to watch and to ride through with us if you are easily offended then please do not watch.  Or watch with the sound turned down.



Sorry but it was a hard hard day's riding

Ciao for now

Wayne (the fat man on the bike)

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