Stuck at school with the inmates, I think I should become a relief teacher next year and just ride bikes as my main occupation
When I get a far away look in my eye, my students often pipe up "Sir, are you dreaming of riding your motorbike(s) again?"
They're use to that ... and me surfing KB when they are underachieving in classI should do a special module next year ... "Restoring old motorcycles to working death machines"
Watching them bin it in the carpark would provide me with endless hours of mirth..."Ooh road rash ... gotta hurt, might impress the ladies"
"I like to ride anyplace, anywhere, any time, any way!"![]()
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
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