gatch

It took me a while but I did it, 100 posts !

Gold stars, smiley faces, pats on the bum and clinking long-necks of Millers Chill for all !

Any day now I should get a signed telegram from the queen... (tui)



You know what, this no motorcycle business really is a drag, I still find myself waking up Saturday mornings excited that its sunny and I'm not hung over, a hop and a skip outside to warm up the Spartan reveals "ohhh gay", still doesn't run huh..

Nuts.

On a slightly more positive note I've reached the conclusion that me on a big bore bike would be a bad idea, smoking hole in the ground, hundreds of virile young woman wailing and shaking their hands in the air kind of bad..

So I should stick to something smaller, but still bad ass, so another 250 (unless its a 94 prilla rs in dark purple ) is not the go, hence my mind is on the fabled VFR400, or RVF..

It's quick enough to outgas MOST street legal tin tops, that v4 engine noise with sweet open pipes fuckin rings my bells, it looks all kinds of sexy naughty with the single swing arm and exposed wheel, plus I've heard you can throw them round like a swing dancing partner without fear of a stack..

Of course my sweet machining skills will come in handy, as a new tail section and various other cosmetic niceties will have to be fabricated, and damned if I'm paying retail for some pretty shiny things that I can make better and much much cheaper than what is currently lining motorcycle emporium accessory shelves today.

That is to say, the aforementioned events will happen AFTER said motorcycle is purchased, funding needs to be procured and a viable specimen will have to be tracked down, researched and thoroughly test-ridden before any rash decisions are made, but there is no fear of this happening..

Me ? Rash ? Not on your Nelly !