My wife is going to kill me

[Dick Dastardly]

She has gone away for the weekend with the girls, which isn't very sensible, as she knows every-time I'm left alone I do something I shouldn't.

I went to my local Triumph dealer to do a bit of tyre-kicking and it turns out the salesman was an old school friend. He did me a very keen deal on this limited edition Bonneville Spirit:



I pick her up next Saturday. Cannot ****ing wait!

Now, my wife doesn't know anything about bikes, other than the fact she hates them all. Am I going to be able to ride this past her and she will mistake it for my matt black Ducati Monster? They are kind of similar, right? She may never have to know about this weekend and what I did when I was bored.

[Dick Dastardly]

Additional. She hasn't ventured into the garage since we bought the house, and I can only ride one bike at a time, so I think I'm in with a shot.

[Dick Dastardly]

It's the new ride on lawnmower, love. Do you like it?

[Dick Dastardly]

She is a good looking bike alright. You can see why I did it. The second I walked in the showroom, I fell in love.

Wish I didn't have to wait a week to pick her up though!

[Dick Dastardly]

If that turns out to be true then next weekend I'll spend the rest of our savings on a Panigale.

[Dick Dastardly]

Well she got back from Monaco yesterday and the first thing she did was show me her new Louboutin shoes and Herve Leger (sp?) dress. Looks like we are as bad as each other but at least my purchase can still be used when I get old and fat.