Hello, I thought I better start in here, before I burst in on the general forums in my usual pontificating stylefor which I am well known on several other (UK-based) forums: Bikersweb, BCF and 100% Biker are where I'm best known.
Anyhow, I'm back in NZ for Not-sure-how-long: I've been living in the UK (London, for my sins) mostly since 1984, but with the occasional popping-home at far too few intervals. My life might mostly involve buzzing between here and the UK in the next couple of years, not sure yet, thats the general plan.
I have had to leave my beloved bikes/blokes/daughter over there to come and see my dad who is ill - and am feeling a bit lonesome (and irritatingly bikeless). I'm hanging out in Timaru at the moment, but I will prolly end up back in Auckland (where I originate from) soon enough.
So about me: I'm older and fatter than I was when I was living here before. All that lovely Pom stodge has not passed by my hips ... but no less peculiar of temperament for not having been living in NZ. My time in the UK has mostly been spent being a doting mum, I have a beautiful 20 year old daughter to show for it: half Kiwi, half Italian, and born a Pom (poor girl, confusion should have been her middle name)
So I am NOT a Pom. I sound like one - but so would you if you had spent the last 23 years mostly in the Influenza Isles listening to Cockney bastards. But trust me ... I am a kiwi, born and bred, and polishing up the twangs in my accent every day that I remain here, to annoy the Poms with when I am back there? (just practising the antipodean interrogative sentence ending out for style there ...)
I've had my bike licence over there since about 1998 (shit! 10 years! only just realised that, LOL) and have been mostly riding in London itself, with the occasional adventure out of town.
Most of my friends seem to be London couriers, most of whom are in varying (!) levels of bike clubs: a fairly rag-tag bunch of blokeys ... I spend far too much time in the company of rambunctious young (and old) men with a passion for wild-living and wheels: two, four, three, even one (the Hardly Rideables are a club has to be seen to be believed, LOL) ... basically I've lived the last 10 years with a mixed bunch of total nutters, adorable, lovable, but nutters nonetheless.
Life has been ... interesting, to say the least.
So don't expect sanity
If you're lucky ... perhaps the odd flash of wit, wisdom, intelligence, and feminine wiles
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Originally Posted by hellkat
dont waste your time or time will waste you
...but that's not often
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... and so they can't seeeeeeee me 
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