Are 125s actually fun?
Discussion
GreatPretender said:
Disastrous said:
This, massively.
I remember doing my CBT and my excitement was palpable. I was suddenly Brando, McQueen, Rossi, Rainey, Sheene and I was out there on the streets, astride a fking cool motorcycle revving it and riding it, all on my own.
We stopped at some traffic lights outside a hair salon and imagined the girls inside, gazing out at me, a lone-wolf backstreet hero out a Springsteen song.
And then I saw my reflection in the shop window. In my hi-viz fking waistcoat squeezed over my ski jacket, astride a tiny stter like some sort of fluorescent gorilla atop a tricycle.
We got back to the centre and before the side stand was down, my wallet was out booking my DAS.
fking hell.
I remember doing my CBT and my excitement was palpable. I was suddenly Brando, McQueen, Rossi, Rainey, Sheene and I was out there on the streets, astride a fking cool motorcycle revving it and riding it, all on my own.
We stopped at some traffic lights outside a hair salon and imagined the girls inside, gazing out at me, a lone-wolf backstreet hero out a Springsteen song.
And then I saw my reflection in the shop window. In my hi-viz fking waistcoat squeezed over my ski jacket, astride a tiny stter like some sort of fluorescent gorilla atop a tricycle.
We got back to the centre and before the side stand was down, my wallet was out booking my DAS.
fking hell.
LuS1fer said:
GreatPretender said:
Disastrous said:
This, massively.
I remember doing my CBT and my excitement was palpable. I was suddenly Brando, McQueen, Rossi, Rainey, Sheene and I was out there on the streets, astride a fking cool motorcycle revving it and riding it, all on my own.
We stopped at some traffic lights outside a hair salon and imagined the girls inside, gazing out at me, a lone-wolf backstreet hero out a Springsteen song.
And then I saw my reflection in the shop window. In my hi-viz fking waistcoat squeezed over my ski jacket, astride a tiny stter like some sort of fluorescent gorilla atop a tricycle.
We got back to the centre and before the side stand was down, my wallet was out booking my DAS.
fking hell.
I remember doing my CBT and my excitement was palpable. I was suddenly Brando, McQueen, Rossi, Rainey, Sheene and I was out there on the streets, astride a fking cool motorcycle revving it and riding it, all on my own.
We stopped at some traffic lights outside a hair salon and imagined the girls inside, gazing out at me, a lone-wolf backstreet hero out a Springsteen song.
And then I saw my reflection in the shop window. In my hi-viz fking waistcoat squeezed over my ski jacket, astride a tiny stter like some sort of fluorescent gorilla atop a tricycle.
We got back to the centre and before the side stand was down, my wallet was out booking my DAS.
fking hell.
I mean, great, an airbag that goes off if I crash but let me ask you this, mr Dainese: what happens if I'm in an avalanche? Eh? His silence says it all...
I don't wear the hi-vis waistcoat any more though, because it clashed with the Nevica.
Quite right, catso.
It should be atg Att. (I've had to use lower case to put the stress on the A for ALL the time)
I simply would not consider getting on anything in less than full leathers, sea survival suit and an avalanche pack.
Even then, I'm riding roughshod over the risks of chemical or biological warfare as I can't find an NBC suit big enough.
It should be atg Att. (I've had to use lower case to put the stress on the A for ALL the time)
I simply would not consider getting on anything in less than full leathers, sea survival suit and an avalanche pack.
Even then, I'm riding roughshod over the risks of chemical or biological warfare as I can't find an NBC suit big enough.
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