Large capacity motorcycles are proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy. However, should you find yourself heading out for a hoon, and should your beloved ask you to pick up some washing up liquid[1], and should you remember to do so, then do not - I say again - do not place it in your jacket pocket because you're too fucking idle to open the top box. For, should you do so, and should you subsequently be provoked by the presence of a Mercedes sportscar into fucking off over the horizon with the needle in the red, and a manic grin on your face, then the bottle will fall out of your pocket and spread itself over the road for really quite a long way. There's a bit of road just outside Hitchin that might be a tad slippery when it next rains. It'll be *lovely* and clean though. [1] Thereby shopping on a Sunday, and completely invalidating an earlier argument[2]. [2] Emerson! -- Wicked Uncle Nigel - Manufacturer of the "Champion-105" range of rearsets WS* GHPOTHUF#24 APOSTLE#14 DLC#1 COFF#20 BOTAFOT#150 HYPO#0(KoTL) IbW#41 ZZR1100, Enfield 500 Curry House Racer "The Basmati Rice Burner", Honda GL1000K2 (On its hols) Kawasaki ZN1300 Voyager "Oh, Oh, It's so big"
*snigger* You twonk. Reminds me of when we were moving from our then flat in Tooting to Morden (The first Chateau). And some truck managed to lose drums of cooking oil, ffs, at the South Wimbledon junction. The traffic was in *chaos* and we were trying to move out, and spending hours on what should have been a 15-minute journey, and the estate agents were yammering at us and asking why we hadn't got out.... Anyway. They doused the road in some gunk to soak up the oil, but it had soaked into the tarmac and the moment it rained all the oil floated to the surface again, and turned the junction into another skating rink. So they had to remove the entire road surface, down to a depth of x inches, and sent the truck company the bill.
The Older Gentleman wrote Old Ford all the way to Hackney in 19earlyseventysomething and a lorry without it's load of tinned paint. Man the colours, hippies travelled in from all over the country for that one.
<snigger> Uncle Nigel gets clean away! -- Elly - a tired Pixie ZX9R-E1 - 'The bike made me do it!' Spike - FZ400 - firing on 3 cylinders MRO#32 ibW#25 BoTAFOT#46 BoTAFOF #46 GP#1 UKRMRM#00 TWA#3 http://www.garagepixies.co.uk "Angel in the kitchen ... " elly at garagepixies dot co dot uk
