
Originally Posted by
Hitcher
... some dude on a blue bike of indeterminate parentage.
That, my good sir, would be badlieutenant and his slightly senile (although he would say 'classic') VFR750, who (unlike me) had good and proper reasons to be in the capital over Easter weekend. We missed hooking up for Friday's ride down, but figured we might as well be bored together on the way back up.
I should note that 700km of SH1 while hung over and sleep-deprived is *not* one of life's more enjoyable and stimulating motorcycling experiences.

Originally Posted by
Hitcher
Hopefully the liver (and brain) didn't take too much punishment last night...
I fear the usual words along the lines of "woe is me, I shall never touch another drop" were muttered around sunrise, however the mettle of my native constitution, a brisk walk and a nice hot shower put paid to all that nonsense, and I was ready for French toast with bacon and banana by 12.
A certain diminutive KBer did not fare so well, however. Muahahahaha! Gentle Readers, I will limit myself to saying that at about 11am on Sunday morning, I truly regretted not having my digital camera.
I will also refrain, at this point, from making any haggis or porridge jokes.
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- mikey
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