Deranged Paddie on Gixxer

In the rain, heading south through Stockwell, London.

It's a Gixxer Thou or 750 (couldn't see which - I think 750) on Irish
plates, and he was taking the piss. Gassing it away from the lights and
then winding it up to wheelspin.

The back was snaking this way and that. and he was doing it at every set
of lights.

Superb.

Of course, he wasn't to know the short cuts, and so stap me vitals if he
didn't come up behind me again between Mitcham and Sutton (maybe seven
or eight miles south of Stockwell). He must have wondered what my crappy
old GN250 was burning, to have go in front of him.

We pulled up alongside the lights at the Rosehill roundabout and both
flipped up our visors.

"You're having fun on that," I observed.

"Sure, it's fun having the back end do that. It's tricker when the front
end goes..."

<Said with a broad grin>

"You ****...."

<Broad grin reciprocated>

And **** me, he was off again.

Nice work,, fella.