In news:
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Not Responding <
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> Someday I must make the effort to revisit the Highway of Brotherhood
> and Unity that once linked Zagreb and Belgrade[1].
>
> That was a truely sphincter tightening ride on a knackered bus that
> intermittently caught fire and the drivers of which were knocking back
> vodka and swapping the helm whilst hurtling round blind bends. The
> narrowness of the road and depth of precipice were something to
> behold. As were the numerous skid marks leading to the abyss.
>
> Had my mother not been with me assuring me she'd seen far worse, I'd
> have got out and walked.
>
> [1] Apparently, the death toll /reduced/ while the road became a
> battle theatre rather than a road.
A mate of mine once came perilously close to tumbling off Yugoslavia and
into the sea when he dropped his motorbike on a bend. Fortunately a
strategically-placed concrete bollard - no namby-pamby armco here - arrest
his mount's progress via the base of the engine. The bike, while somewhat
bent, was still ridable, though it was making a valiant effort to chew its
rear sprocket to bits. The problem of working out the Greek for "rear
sprocket for ancient Kawasaki 750" was neatly solved when it turned out that
the proprietor of the motorcycle repairers at which he sought a replacement
part was a son of East Finchley.
--
Dave Larrington
<http://www.legslarry.beerdrinkers.co.uk>
Never play leapfrog with a unicorn.
