10-16-2011, 06:30 PM
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Today I rode my bike down the coast to Weymouth for the Beach Motocross. Haven't seen it for years.
Phil' was trying to decide his day, breakfast as usual with his local biker friends, go on a ride with the Uni group, join me at Weymouth, do a bit more work on the SAAB before it goes in for its MOT.
I did an quick trip to the shops in the Renault (haven't driven it for ages, forgot what fun it is to corner). Get home to find Karen sheepishly in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil.
Phil' text her and asked her to breakfast, which she graciously accepted and then he kitted her out in his spare motorcycle clothes and brought her home.
The three of us headed to Weymouth for the day. It was a good trip and we all had a brilliant time. Great weather for a ride too, not too hot although I'm so glad I've put my winter liner back in my jacket and trousers. Got home just before 6pm as it was getting dark and it was feeling a bit nippy on the dual carriage way.
I lost Phil' on that stretch because he had to race Karen home in time for her evening meal (the traffic had been diverted and trying to get the bikes down a narrow lane in two way traffic made us unpopular) so he just took off and was gone!
Even when I reached 70mph, there was no sign of them
My bike can't do more than that
I really need more gears.
The up shot?
We went and had tea with one of the bikers who lived in Weymouth. He was really pleased to see us and in typical Pete style gave Karen a back handed compliment.
She came out of the bathroom and walked across the kitchen only to have Phil's bike trousers slow slide down showing her knickers.
'Whose jeans are you wearing Karen?'
Phil' said they were his and they were a 28" waist, a pair he bought after his accident.
'Good grief girl, you are wasting away! Do like the knickers the colour is you'.
She went all pink.........same colour as her knickers
Phil' was trying to decide his day, breakfast as usual with his local biker friends, go on a ride with the Uni group, join me at Weymouth, do a bit more work on the SAAB before it goes in for its MOT.
I did an quick trip to the shops in the Renault (haven't driven it for ages, forgot what fun it is to corner). Get home to find Karen sheepishly in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil.
Phil' text her and asked her to breakfast, which she graciously accepted and then he kitted her out in his spare motorcycle clothes and brought her home.
The three of us headed to Weymouth for the day. It was a good trip and we all had a brilliant time. Great weather for a ride too, not too hot although I'm so glad I've put my winter liner back in my jacket and trousers. Got home just before 6pm as it was getting dark and it was feeling a bit nippy on the dual carriage way.
I lost Phil' on that stretch because he had to race Karen home in time for her evening meal (the traffic had been diverted and trying to get the bikes down a narrow lane in two way traffic made us unpopular) so he just took off and was gone!
Even when I reached 70mph, there was no sign of them
My bike can't do more than that
I really need more gears.The up shot?
We went and had tea with one of the bikers who lived in Weymouth. He was really pleased to see us and in typical Pete style gave Karen a back handed compliment.
She came out of the bathroom and walked across the kitchen only to have Phil's bike trousers slow slide down showing her knickers.
'Whose jeans are you wearing Karen?'
Phil' said they were his and they were a 28" waist, a pair he bought after his accident.
'Good grief girl, you are wasting away! Do like the knickers the colour is you'.
She went all pink.........same colour as her knickers
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