My first wife.
Time to ride
Well she was cute ... but ...
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When life throws you a curve ... Lean into it ...
I use to run a motorcycle courier company... we got tocarry lots a werid and wonderfull crap...
Took Bella, some poodle/terrier cross thingy, the mutt for a scoot. Ears where flapping a bit over 70kph though. Ok for back road toodles but.
The bosses I couriered for in London bought up a huge stock of out of date Steinlager after the World Cup. It was stored and distributed from the squat I was in. One of our riders took 8 dozen away on his CX500.
(You'll have to believe it without pics).
a 2meter length of scaffold tube
A 5 foot tall 'Pink Panther' stuffed toy riding pillion. It was a birthday present for my then 18 year old girlfriend. Must have been appreciated as we've been married just over 29 years now.
Grow older but never grow up
..two lengths of rough sawn 4x2 pinus on a borrowed vespa..8 ft long (2.4m), on a saturday morning, from a Chch timber company...through the tunnel to Lyttelton..just to get a job finished...was thirty years + ago, so those things didn't matter so much...
Riding tyred up like the Michelin tyre man.
...Full throttle till you see god, then brake.
I managed to carry myself with a leg from hip to ankle in plaster. Does that count?
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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