Came out of busy cafe, casually do up all the "biker bits' as I casually walk through all the tables on the front deck, put on helmet, hop on the bike, remember to put up the side stand (so I wont look like a dick when I let out the clutch). Sit there looking cool for a moment or two, fire her up to warm up and let the assembled folks savour the sound of the micron then spend five minutes trying to put my left glove on my right hand (cue snigger or two from the assembled.....)
Dumbest thing....? After filling up and paying I came back sat on my bike, flick up stand intending to "foot paddle" my way to the other side of the forecourt. No need to wear my helmet for this so I sit it on the tank. Slight movement and it slides off to the right and lands beside me so I leans over to pick it up and........uh oh, bugger. Pick up bike and depart smartly.......
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