Riding in a dress?

[SlowHand]

Screw the Wind chill! Two kilts on a bike? Hey! that beta be your finger.

[SARGE]

Owwwww!!! Random, I was actually thinking about a biker wedding convoy just yesterday - I thought white leathers and a helmet with a veil superglued to it would be a good idea. Now it's mandatory...

Nice sarge (talking about your heritage here, not qualified to comment on your ass). My dad's from Aberdeen too. After I got my bike I started hearing about his misspent youth on the back of a bsa...

i went on vacation to Scotland about 10 years ago.. rented a car and pissed around for a month, staying in backpackers and dodgy hotels.. made Aberden for a couple days to get the vibe.. ( my Ancestral home is Crathes Castle.. )

what an awesome town

[Pillick]

Hm, I'd have thought given the direction of things, and the wind chill involved, 'twould have left matters permanently shrivelled.

Nae - a nice heavy sporrin of furr will keep ye wee man cozy. As has bin said, ye ha' more ta worry aboot with the rear view.

[jazbug5]

i have Scots heritage ( Aberdeen)..my Grand dad was 1/2 scot and half American Indian (he could drink whiskey with the best but just couldn't hold it....

Other people's whisky, I take it..?

...My dad's from Aberdeen too. After I got my bike I started hearing about his misspent youth on the back of a bsa...

Er.. are you my long lost brother, or what? *Edit: nah, my dad rode one, so maybe your dad hitched a ride with mine!

( my Ancestral home is Crathes Castle.. )

Do you mind about the deformed baby under the fireplace, then? And the Green Lady? It's your lucky day if you don't. As it happens, the place has just come into the hands of my family, and we're looking for gulli.. er, culturally interested Yan.. trans-Atlantic Scots who can see the wonderful potential of this historic home. The papers are ready to sign (with my solicitors McGrabbit & Runne) just as soon as the money has been deposited in my secure Cayman Islands account. (PM for details.)

Our ancestral home is a charming old gutting shed in Buckie. You must come over from the castle for Pommes Frites some time, but only if you don't mind the pervasive smell of rotting fish entrails...

[SARGE]

Other people's whisky, I take it..?



Er.. are you my long lost brother, or what? *Edit: nah, my dad rode one, so maybe your dad hitched a ride with mine!



Do you know about the deformed baby under the fireplace, then? And the Green Lady? It's your lucky day if you don't. As it happens, the place has just come into the hands of my family, and we're looking for gulli.. er, culturally interested Yan.. trans-Atlantic Scots who can see the wonderful potential of this historic home. The papers are ready to sign (with my solicitors McGrabbit & Runne) just as soon as the money has been deposited in my secure Cayman Islands account. (PM for details.)

Our ancestral home is a charming old gutting shed in Buckie. You must come over from the castle for Pommes Frites some time, but only if you don't mind the pervasive smell of rotting fish entrails...

rotting fish entrails??.. isnt that just Aberdeen? ( much like Rotorua's rotton egg stench)

i had heard about the Green Lady, but the baby is a new one on me

[jazbug5]

Well, the story of the Green Lady is that she roams the castle out of grief for her murdered baby. Her husband was away at the Crusades, and on his return was horrified to discover that she had borne a child in his absence. This child was deformed, and he tore it out of her arms and put it to death with his sword.

This was always though to be a pure legend, until they were doing some renovation work in the last century involving pulling up some stones in the hearth of one of the rooms. There they found the bones of a deformed male infant.

So the military calling may run in the family- though, one hopes, not the child care techniques..!

[SARGE]

Well, the story of the Green Lady is that she roams the castle out of grief for her murdered baby. Her husband was away at the Crusades, and on his return was horrified to discover that she had borne a child in his absence. This child was deformed, and he tore it out of her arms and put it to death with his sword.

This was always though to be a pure legend, until they were doing some renovation work in the last century involving pulling up some stones in the hearth of one of the rooms. There they found the bones of a deformed male infant.

So the military calling may run in the family- though, one hopes, not the child care techniques..!

cool..sad story but nice to put facts to the legend.. hadnt heard they actually discovered the remains.. wonder if that will put her to rest finally...

Military service has been in my family since the beginning ( although SOME of my early ancestors in Scotland actually got WAY rich selling weapons and supplies to BOTH Sides...)

as far as my child care techniques.. i have a very well adjusted 13 year old version of me running around the house, so i think i'm doing ok for getting no !#$% owners manual

[sels1]

funny you should bring this up...
i have Scots heritage ( Aberdeen)..my Grand dad was 1/2 scot and half American Indian :

My Grandad was born in Glasgow. How do you know what colour kilt your family should wear? (Should I ever get the urge) I suppose there is somewhere you can look it up....any clues Jaz? (hello btw)

[mstriumph]

i suppose a mini-skirt would be safer ..... back wheelwise ..... unfashionable as hell, but safer ...

[SARGE]

i suppose a mini-skirt would be safer ..... back wheelwise ..... unfashionable as hell, but safer ...

im all for Mini Skirts on bikes

[SixPackBack]

My Grandad was born in Glasgow. How do you know what colour kilt your family should wear? (Should I ever get the urge) I suppose there is somewhere you can look it up....any clues Jaz? (hello btw)

Google his name. I try not to wear my kilt to often......women swoon when they see me sexy legs and haggis sized sporran....och aye!

[Sniper]

She deserves a good kicking.

[jazbug5]

If you know the surname, finding your clan tartan is as easy as finding a book on the subject. The abundance of these books is largely due to the fondness of our trans Atlantic cousins for 'discovering their roots', something we Scots have traditionally interpreted as 'any excuse for another pair of loud trousers'. However, you will find that a lot of the designs are relatively new, with a large number invented during the Victorian era, what with Vicci's fondness for all things 'Highland twee'. If you don't have one, you can have one designed for you at a high street shop (can't remember the name, but they are everywhere...). There are several Japanese clan tartans, amongst others!
As it happens, our paternal line tartan is a big fugly, so when Dad decided to splash out on a formal outfit on his retirement, he went for the maternal line and now wears a lovely Farquahar kilt. A lot of guys just go for Stuart or Black Watch because it's popular and there's heaps of it about; only tourists can usually afford to be picky!

[SARGE]

here is a good source for finding out...

[Mrs Old Farts]

There was a article in a girlie mag recently about a lady who was getting married. She was being ferried the 100m down the road on the back of a bike in her wedding gown as her big entrance. The dress got caught in the spokes of the bike and she ended up having both legs amputated. She also sustained some serious other injuries too!

Months and years later (after recovering and learning to live again) she has finally just got married to the person she was on her way to marry that tragic day.

Can anyone remember this story...I can't remember all the details but I'm pretty sure that I got the bones right.

Any women that you see riding in a dress should be made aware of the possible consequences. I had no idea it was so dangerous until reading that article.

Yep I also read this mag "New Idea" i think and was completely floored by what i read. It was her own bike she was riding to her wedding and they had to amputate both her legs at the accident site.
Two years later she got to marry her man, at least it had a happy ending and I think she was one very brave lady.