Went to see all the action this Saturday down at Cyclespot's flash new store. 'Twas busy as, but found a spot to squeeze in next to a busa on the opposite side of the road. I parked pretty close, but had just enough room to attach my halmet to the under set hooky things. As I was doing it I heard the infamous metal scraping sound of the side stand scraping the ground as the bike rolled back - panic- grabbed the bars and saved the day
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Started it up, to move it higher up and away form the curve, then went inside to see all the bight and gay Hondas. What a cool store.
After doing the rounds at Holeshot, I went back to my bike - the busa guy was getting on, phew Thumper was still upright and hadn't scratch the busa. Had a nice short chat to busa guy - great blokes those busa guys and let him head off before mounting my steed.
With lots of bikers around, I wanted to try be as calm and smooth as possible showing my years of experience, but mostly not making a dick of myself. Started it up, and waited patiently for the stream of cars to stop, took a while, but eventual a kind fella in a ute stopped and gave me a gap. I nodded, let out the clutch and reved to about 6k in natural
lifted my hand in apology slapped it into gear and pulled of carefully down the road, thinking my better slink off quietly.
After going through the set of lights I felt confident again and gave it a little towards the lovely left hand on ramp to the norph shor but what was this, something was poking me in the butt - then I realized my pillon seat was not put back properly and was flapping in the breeze- FAIL!
Stopped, thanked God it did get blown off and destroyed or lost and headed up to the Honey Cafe to think it over.
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