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Seriously that was a good choice for this thread - all that chest beating and 'manly' ego's dancing around, but when it comes to putting their money where their mouth is there is just a pure comedy instead. The thing that keeps me laughing long after I have logged out of KB, is that they can't seem to get a enough of a grip on reality to see how ridiculous, idiotic and funny they really are![]()
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Whats wrong with treating the tukas as a race track. When I started driving/riding in the '80s it was a race track for the GPZ/Rd250 riders then. It still is, get over it.
The real problem is the gits who don't rtreat it like a race track.
Looking forward to them completing the finishing straight.
Some things are worth dying for, living is one of them.
Was that a starlet?
The Takas are a cool ride, although those fecken yellows have kinda tamed it a bit (for me anyway) unless you`re OK with chancing some dick *555ing ya.
And taking away those passing lanes was a lame move also.
Should have a KB Taka Riders meet at the top some time, put some screen names to faces, settle shit face to face, and reclaim OUR hill !!!!!!!
Let the good times roll
Went for a nice spin with Vicki on the Moto Moto Guzzi today and ended up coming back across the taka's...
We had ridden non stop from Woodville (gasp) so we were pretty well in super groove - making the miles mode wanting to get to the cafe to meet up with the Kapiti ride. You know, well into the swing of it neither pushing hard nor dawdling, slowing with the gears and seldom touching the brakes. A couple of normal cars were dispatched with casual distain and a gentle squeeze o throttle and a boom of exhaust... Pah! are gods of speed and THIS is our Olympus....
And then, glimpsed on a bend and closing fast....
A STARLET.......
A WHITE starlet and this was a fat piped, turbocharged Galanza version.....
This thread surfaced onto the top of the scum that floats in my brainal cavity..... I remembered the agro, boping stick and the threats - was I man enough?
Unexpectedly, the Starlet jinked left into the slow side and waved me through - I suspected a trap! - I suspect bopping stick but Guzzi riders are used to adversity and abuse so the throttle cables were stretched and the mighty Guzzi leapt forward howling its challenge to the dread white starlet of doom
We squeaked through but the hairs on my back were slick with sweat and Vicki was holding tight.
Fear not the White Starlet of the Takas children for we have met it in its lair and proved its frailty.
Good work Paul, I can rest easy at night now!
Was that you just getting to the cafe as we all took off?
The (dis)honorable Nick Smith, when you speak all I can hear is
BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!!
So please fuck off and die.
Go Go, Ninja Dinosaur!!
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