Unfortunately, the years have gone by and I seem to have gotten older. We were in Scotland about ten years ago (my wife and I plus the hot young thing that I'd dated briefly back about 1970 (she and her husband and Fran and I both celebrated our fiftieths this year) with her hubby) and the proprietor of the B&B in Glasgow had a Buell (he confirmed that wet cobblestones equal death); a hoped for trip to the Isle of Man a few years before with the bike didn't come through. I explored the Iceland option a bit, but..... And the dune buggy dream tied in with the grandson maybe being posted to Europe... Ah, well! He'll be getting the dune buggy this Spring, as I'm picking up a true Manx and will get it running as a replacement and for the grand-daughter. With luck, they'll have adventures! Dreams don't necessarily become reality, but they add to life. Doug
PS: the Buell has been in all ten provinces and both territories now. Drive belt broke in NW BC in Sept.; got it strapped onto the back of a Peterbilt for ten hours, then 8 hours in the back of our truck. Previous year, had problems coming back from Yellowknife and ended up hitch-hiking for gas: the driver who picked me had several axes in the back and blood up to her elbows. We were missing 'Dueling Banjos' for background, but she was a conservationn officer who'd been salvaging meat from a road kill buffalo. Neat person: she'd spend several years in Churchill, on Hudson Bay, shooing polar bears around. Cool the people that you can meet. And thanks for the enthusiasm!