so, as already alleged by ‘the wife’, the motorcycle itch was getting to be pretty difficult to ignore.
whether it was the fact that a five minute ride over the hill to pick Egg up from school would be enough to ensure torrential sweat levels, or because i am already a puncture too far where the bicycle is concerned (and the bottom bracket is now showing serious signs of mortality), or perhaps it’s because the endless Enfield flybys from other locals tourists were starting to get to me (it’s a pretty distinctive sound), and certainly, the fact that we owned one back in 1994, and proceeded to ride it around the country for seven of the best months, racking up 9k miles in the process, that also played a part in the decision to finally cave in and get one…..
Beautaful … can see it in the hallway of your house now. I suppose this elevates you to the front of the peleton now as Keiren leadout rider and will stop further comments from the gasping “Bullet Mockers”!!
my my, she’s pucker-up purty
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Hmmmmmmm – Super Cool I’m thinking
Can’t wait to get there and hire one for mucho manly riding across the Goan plains. I suspect that this beauty has been “breathed on” in a futile attempt to whup my ass in the speed stakes? Looking at the bedstead iron in yr grinding mans workshop, I’m already envisaging some wicked twisted fork extensions and a general low riding aura!