hehehehehehehehehe & more heehehehe

Bloke comes from Norwich to pickupmy KTM 520 Sx today with his Dad, the
blokes Dad is a cracking fella, nice & well spoken without any airs &
graces etc. His son was a fucking spoilt little **** of the lowest
order. My '01 520 was minter than mint, just had a full engine rebuild &
a full new set of plastics. He was a right stuck up little bag of shit
from the start. i asked him where he was gonna use such a big crosser,
he replied 'we have nine acres to use etc & thats just the back garden'
I'm starting to squirm now, as my gobshite tolerance level is fucking
zero. We picked it up from the place that did all the engine work (nowt
wrong with the engine, needed both clutch & shaft bearings, so a full
strip etc) this is where Darwin starts to win. Cunty bollocks demanded a
full demo & startup, i ask him, as i didn't have my boots with me
(anyone that starts a 520 without boots is nuts) So he cracks it up, not
having run for 6 weeks it takes a few goes. It revs sweet & he wants to
gte right at it, it stalls. I ask him to let it rev until at least
lukewarm. I then ask him if he has any experience of a bike, that in
fairness can give some sport bikes a run for their money of the start.
He says he has & knows all about bikes (yet didn't know why, as a KTM,
it makes a funny noise in neutral until you pull in the clutch lever) So
off he goes, well, i have never seen such a powerslide coupled with a
wheelie & a one footed grip of the bike. How he stayed on it I will
never know. He shit his pants & came back, hit the kill & jumped off. It
was so greasy i wouldn't have even thought about half throttle on
knobblies!!!

I laughed until my balls ached this afternoon. I give it 2 weeks & that
bike, or him, will be fucked.

Nige