If God rode a motorbike

[FROSTY:Me]

I wonder what it is?
I had a mental image of God riding with me and he was on a old xs650

[Posh Tourer :P]

Whaddya mean "if"???

[FROSTY:Me]

oops--Ok ill fix that one up --

[Jackrat]

Probably have a whole stable of cool machines,and of course an SX would be in there

[Ghost Lemur]

I wonder what it is?
I had a mental image of God riding with me and he was on a old xs650

So you think Jackrat is God??

[Two Smoker]

Well it would be the mighty CT110...... or maybe an RG150

[Mongoose]

Well it would be the mighty CT110...... or maybe an RG150

God rides a Harley
The Devil rides a Guzzi

[Posh Tourer :P]

oops--Ok ill fix that one up --

I didn't think you really meant it.....

God would be inclusive and accepting of all brands. Perhaps a Noah-like two bikes from every manufacturer in the ark.... I mean gargre

[Two Smoker]

I didn't think you really meant it.....

God would be inclusive and accepting of all brands. Perhaps a Noah-like two bikes from every manufacturer in the ark.... I mean gargre

Nah it would be 2 colours of every bike...... (kind of screwed though with the ZX-6RR.....)

[Skyryder]

God rides a Harley
The Devil rides a Guzzi

Them's words fight'n talk.

Yea and the Devil does all the Goosing. So what do you want to ride a flaccid tail or som'it else.

Whoops Mongoose I just noticed your're one of the devils.

Skyryder

[moko]

God rides a Harley
The Devil rides a Guzzi

Which leaves them both waiting by the side of the road waiting for the breakdown truck to turn up

[Mongoose]

Which leaves them both waiting by the side of the road waiting for the breakdown truck to turn up

Comments like that give either to option of striking you down Tough job making enemies out of those two

[moko]

Comments like that give either to option of striking you down Tough job making enemies out of those two

They dont scare me,ask Zed

[Mongoose]

They dont scare me,ask Zed

Brave or foolish man?

[Paul in NZ]

Good news for (semi) modern man…..

You are all wrong....

God does indeed ride a motorcycle and it’s a big white one!! I know this to be so, because I saw him once (sorry girls).

It was late 70’s at the Cold Kiwi, actually the last one before petrol rationing so that would be about 1978 I think. (at the old site when that bike T boned another one – nasty)

I was young, able to drink like a fish and intent on proving it… I finally got to bed after 3 or 4 attempts and found that it is amazing just how fast you can get out of a sleeping bag in a pup tent while the whole lot is spinning around crazily…. Last time that happened and I had finally managed to auto pump my stomach empty, my soon to be new best friend wandered past while I was in my misery and reckoned a nice swig from his bottle of Coke would get that nasty taste outta my mouth…

What a nice man… However, it seemed he had run out of coke a long time earlier in the night as his rum and coke was definitely more rum than coke! Gack! I think he may have been trying to get me drunk (he was too late for that)!

It did the trick though and after another cicuit of the campfire, quickly knocked me flat on my arse for at least a refreshing 30 minutes of sleep… (sigh)

Naturally I had camped right in the middle of the area seemingly reserved for idiots that had to be up really really early to be someplace else really early and the other sort of idiot that can’t help wondering if their bike will start ok after a night in the open so they have to try it and then warm it up for 3 hours… Right next to my tent… Bastards…

I couldn’t take it for long so I crawled through the soggy mess of my tent and poked a grimy breaded face out into the nasty, noisy world of daylight and pain. Nasty!! Unwashed, sore head, double vision set off with bits of carrot in my beard and hair (which is weird because I don’t think I ate any, perhaps a vegetarian threw up on me?)… All around was a sea of MUD…. Inches thick where it was not frozen solid..

Nasty….

Anyway… My vision slowly cleared and the first thing I saw was a pristine, whiter than white (almost glowing) BMW full touring rig being mounted (in the motorcycle sense) by a sprightly old dude in white leathers (with blue accents) and a pair of ultra shiny boots. This was VERY suspicious…. There was either the sun rising behind him or he had a very otherworldly halo!

He glanced at me and I felt most odd… Touched almost… Sanity returned slowly to me and so too my powers of observation returned as I noted there was no mud on the tyres of the BMW…. I was about to ask how could this be so when my riding companion for the trip home to the south island, Big Mike (aka agent of the underworld) wandered over and said “ere, your bikes fell over inna mud. We bedda pick it up.” And so I lost my chance…

When I finally, I looked back and the Beemer had gone leaving nothing behind…. Not even wheel marks in the mud…

It was a life changing moment… (I tells ya)

Mind you, it was slightly ruined several hours later by running out of gas 50 miles back down the track because in my befuddled state I forgot to put petrol in the bike and Big Mike had to tow me with my wooly scarf… Perhaps someone was trying to tell me something?

Happy days…

Still, if nothing else, I’ll have something to chat about when I meet up again with the heavenly one, although not soon I hope…

Paul N

(ps, Mike reckon it was not God ‘cos he rode a Norton and was camped next to him but possibly it was Santa Claus on holiday. Mike reckons it’s common to get the 2 confused…)