Cyclist meets Stebel Nautilus...
Not strictly motorbike related bar the Stebel connection...
Driving through the city with a cage load of stuff for the shop...a young gentleman, apparently quite closely related to the simian species (I think his knuckles would drag on the ground if he got off the bike...) comes drifting across the centre line from the RH side of the road and proceeds straight in front of the wagon...
Not wishing to have to wash blood off the front, I slowed from an already slow pace to avoid squashing him. He didn't even bother to look. So I decided that in view of his very close proximity to the grill mounted Stebel Nautilus, here would be the perfect opportunity to test its efficacy in the face of rock hard skull density...
Hit it and held it....now it seems he wasn't already dead after all...after jumping about ten feet in the air he proceeded to prove that he also had some, albeit primitive, verbal skills...I didn't know loud noise caused extreme profanity....but apparently, it does. 
Ya learn something new every day.
. “No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home.” Kingsley Amis
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