Ba-Dum-TsssVolnix said:To look cool in front of the "pier"?
I live by the sea, might go for a ride in a bit.
Hopefully Godzilla is still Hangover from yesterday.
Ohh that was a bit of a low blow (You owe me a new keyboard and monitor now by the way )
Say hi to the Cloverfield monster for me!
Well you can hardly blame them. I mean it was you who challenged them to a raceVolnix said:Τhere is nothing more lethal then trike babies on that sea side. For some reason they "lock" on you and try to crash you! At 40kmh its no Fun at all!
Susimi said:Well you can hardly blame them. I mean it was you who challenged them to a race
How about that odd person who is oblivious to what's around them and veers slowly into your path?
I don't know what sounds more painful. The Motorbike crash or hitting the Welsh Stone.swampy1970 said:Scary stories:
A 15 year old girl that passed for 16 *cough* rode with us on our annual beer run - 25 miles and 8 pubs. The guys had a pint (that'll be 20oz to you heathens) and the gals 1/2 a pint. A few stops into the ride there was a crash - pee wee had flopped over the handlebars and face planted. As tough as ever, she got up and said she was fine. A broken nose and 5 teeth on the road said otherwise. She was a trooper and didn't miss the next training session. Even during the dental surgery she was still damned cute - and just for the record I had just turned 17 at the time. Too young to borrow PedoBear's van, Bob.
Campag brakes, steep hills, rain andFarmer Giles and his **** spreader... House 1, my ass 0. I never stood a chance against a building made from Welsh stone. That accident was in the early 90's and **** still hurts.
Ducati 888 SP-****. My friend believe his Duke was faster than my Yamaha 1 liter EXUP. I asked if he'd had all the electrical circuits on the Duke checked out and he said he had. With that answered I rode his bike and he rode mine. There'd been one time during the first half of the monster ride that we did that the bike 'hesitated' and I wasn't sure if that two pot motor wasn't just weird. An hour later, my friend was apparently shitting his pants following me up Snake Pass when the Duke "stumbled" and Hell was unleashed on my ass. A momentary hiccup was all it took when my knee was a gnats **** height off the ground. I survived without broken bones but bruising that was just unreal. I trash my Sidi boots and gloves, helmet and Dainesse leathers. The bruising was horrific and so fecking painful, even on very strong painkillers.