one of the funniest things that ever happened to us was when we lived in Wellington we were two up on the custard tart, beautiful sunny still day, off to Masterton for a pie.
So we get our uniform on of leather jacket, me with my Bell Star 3 helmet, my gloves with the rubber strips over the knuckles, jeans and Doc Martens, and fang it over the Takas, ate the pie, (mmmmmm pie) and cruising home afterwards just near teh top of the hill I thought to myself "Shit, my left foot is all hot......" Looked down and blimey there's oil all over my boot. Pulled over right sharpish, and sat turned the thing off.
On inspection we had managed to drag the alternator cover on the road until it wore a hole in it........ doh.
I always maintain to my other half its because she had a custard square AND a pie that day. Especially if I dont want to have sex for a week or so.
...... This would have been ~83 or 84? the custard tart was a '77, so it was just an old POS then, but all I could afford..... and it went bloody well. I had mates with new CB900F rolladoors and GPZ Kwakas and I could keep up mostly....
Oh, and xhatsit, I am not a big guy either... they are a BIG bike (750's are what, 210kg dry?) but you dont really notice it unless you are underneath it trying to get it off your leg (another story....)
I thought elections were decided by angry posts on social media. - F5 Dave
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