Merci monsieur TOG

DD is the only way anyone could have requested money from his account and
it's protected by the DD guarantee - the fraudsters wouldn't have
received anything, or if they did its down to the bank and that's a
problem for them to manage.

 

So now a before and after picture would positively identify the bike,
if you only blank the one requested.

 

Yes, but you can do that through the fucking phone book/electoral roll.

YEL 31K
http://www.sweller.dynalias.org/mzes250/photos/photo3.html [1]

Go on then, where do I live - via the DVLA.



[1] It's a high value classic, blessed with high security.

 

<G> You can FRO.

 

Ah, but then it means that a scrote would have to save the "before" and
"after" pictures which makes their job more difficult. I think. Christ,
I don't know why I'm bothering.

 

http://www.plattsminipackages.co.uk/acatalog/mi003.gif

 

Put in 20 litres, pumped out what I could, put in 13 litres of
unleaded. It's a 28 litre tank (according to Mr Honda) and I refuelled
roughly every 8-10 litres.

Fill JP8 Unleaded Pre-mix
1 7 21 25%
2 5 23 18%
3 3.6 24.4 13%
4 2.5 25.5 9%
5 1.8 26.2 6%

which is where it stands after a couple of hundred miles yesterday. It
does still have a slight whiff of paraffin but is sounds alright.

 

I passed you, Antony, TOG and a couple of others. In their defence:
Antony's bike is not really suited to motorway riding and TOG was
trying not to shake the slab of Speckled Hen on the back. What's your
excuse?

 

Qualifications
2008
Sense of smell - D minus
1996
Ph. D., Trinity College, Dublin. Abstract attached.
1992
B. A., B. A. I. (First class honours) in Mechanical Engineering,
Trinity College, Dublin.

 

My TOG's got no nose!

How does he smell?

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, M J Carley

I can't ride for toffee.

And I like the smell of paraffin.

 

<fx:late to the party>

It's mostly all been said but what the heck, this is My Weekend by
Chris, aged 43 and 1/2:

Friday: left home at 8am, go via M25/M20 (where four ukrmers passed me,
so I tagged along), embarked on ferry on which I had breakfast and a
beer, off ferry, followed several people along A16 but decided to go
cross-country[1]. Only went wrong twice (hooray for Google maps, stick
you GPSs where the sun don't shine!) and arrived at hotel.

Bumped into Cane who said everyone was meeting up in the bar up the
road. Had shower & changed clothes, bumped into Zymurgy and headed
towards the bar. Five minutes up the road and we're not 100% sure it's
the right road, so back to hotel, up the other road for five minutes,
decide we were right the first time and retrace steps. Was thirsty by
the time we got to the bar so drink large amounts of Jew-piler and some
strange Leffe that tasted of Tunes[2]. Had a good meal apart from the
chewy gristle that was trying to be meat, drank wine, got shitfaced and
went to bed early.

Saturday: Up for brekkie at about 9.30, milled around car-park for a
bit, went for a rideout with the clique (some inner members too!) to
some war graves, then into Ieper (Ypres?) for lunch & beer(s).
Wandered along to the Menin Gate and then off to Bruges on my own to do
a chocolate run[3]. Did mainly motorway at mainly 3 figure speeds[4],
returned, showered, beer[5], dinner[6], more beer, retire to bar for
yet more beer and talk bollocks until about 1.30am.

Sunday: up 9.30ish, loads of bike still in car park. Leisurely packed
up & got ready for leaving. By the time I left the room at 10.45 only
three bikes were left. A reasonably quick schlep up the motorway to
Dunkirk, started heading into Dunkirk until I remembered what a
shit-hole it was and moved on to Calais. Stopped for refreshments[7] in
a bar, off to the port, met up with the stragglers[8], off the ferry,
headed straight back to Bracknell where the only rain of the weekend
was felt.

It was nice to meet up with people who I hadn't seen since the last
one, and new people who I hope I will meet again. Apologies for not
intriducing myself to those that I'd not met before. Will try to put
this right next time.

Again, well orgainsed TOG, and here's to the next one.

[1] D11 to Cassel, D933/D947/D945 to Armentieres, D933 again almost
into Lille centre (oops!) then N354/N17/D84 to the hotel.
[2] "A second class return to Dottingham, please."
[3] Fill yer boots!
[4] That '130' you see posted; it's MPH, right?
[5] And only Stella, as a mix of Jew-piler, Stella, Leffe and wine got
me very shitfaced on Friday.
[6] If you're hungry, sit next to Adie. She's err..."awkward" so you
get to eat most of her dinner too )
[7] Soft drinks - I was a bit "fragile".
[8] Only 10 ukrmers on it of the 25ish(?) booked on.

 

Yes but I'm even worse.

That'll be from hanging around airfields.

 

Ah but it's like homeopathy innit. One part in ten hundred million and
bang goes your oil seals.

 

That was the UK and the rules are different. ;-)

 

ITYF that's the potassium in LRP.

 

What did he say?

 

hang on, I thought you were with us?

that's 'cos most of the "late ferry back" crew actually caught the
earlier ferry.

 

I was. I thought you lot *were* the clique. You're not?!

Oh, obviously. But from the state of some of us on Saturday night, it
suprised me a bit as we didn't have to check out until noon and we
could still have made the later ferry.

 

About this much

http://www.flickr.com/photos/23404780@N08/2470640178/

Thanks to TOG for DFV, the chain link and the urge to get a Ducati.

Thanks to the rest of you for beer, filth and good humour. Highlights
included finding the brothel with Jo.

Special thanks to Adie and ginge for putting up with an incredibly
pissed me on the Friday night.