Hans Christian Leth...
Hans Christian Leth...
.....after the frogs had piked from the tournament along with the sorry ass harley riders, the tournament jester came thither atop a familiar looking mount (we say familiar because its visage was that of certain well known muppet) to entertain the eager crowd with his skill and darring acts of acrobatics....presently the trumpeters sounded their trumpets and before you could say "Keep Those Motors going" the race was on.
First out of the blocks was the japanese team on their well tuned Worrier Rides, only to be realed in by the aging yet still competitive DR pepper team who's many hours spent exchanging stock parts on their stead for more contempary components, was seemingly paying big dividends. For both these teams there was more than the hand of the princess at stake. Oh no! This race was to be a testiment to their longheld beliefs that anything new was to be viewed with suspicion and distain. They would defend their honour at any cost...even if it ment covertly fitting Warrior Prince suspension parts and "EXCEL ent" wheel rims to their vehicles in the hope of being competitive. Suddenly there was a roar from the crowd as a thunderous sound of aftermarket exhasut notes filled the ears of the spectators; a torrent of disturbed earth sprayed the other competitors like water on an out of control rubbish fire and stole the hole shot! What manner of demon machine was that cried the DR pepper boys to the Warriors Riders as they picked up their fallen bikes and spat out the soil that had been forcefully blasted into their mouths from the rear of the beast? Both teams looked at each other knowingly as they breathed in the ill wind of defeat. But wait...what is this...the demon rider had stopped and dismounted the mighty Kool Thunder Machine and was walking over to them...."can I help you boys" he said in a deap strong voice.....why say arn't you that guy that Kisses Large Rats?....they said recognisingly.....No you got me confussed with them froggy boys said the handsome stranger...."why didn't you keep riding....the prize was yours for the taking"? ...they quivered. Well...said the stanger...Its like this....I might have the most modern machine but it aint no fun riding alone. And with that the stranger climbed back on the mighty Kool Thunderours Marauder and power wheelied into the distant sunset. The crowd was silent, the two teams looked at each other....then the king stood up and with a humble voice said ....that man deserves a DR.![]()
....wherezz that track go
Bought the mag last night, good read, nice article Padmei![]()
Also saw a good pic of whatastoner in the BikeRider mag
Just opened the latest issue of Kiwibiker and there is nothing from Nadsyard Kipling!
Whne they getting you a regular column, Padmei?
Yep - you can take your fricking winter riding & stick itI'm having a hard time just getting out of bed let alone putting on a moldy jacket & helmet.
That said I will do a bit of riding when it warms up & hopefully jot down a few observations. Trouble is there aren't any snakebites, croc attacks, rebels toting Aks, or camels in the middle of the road. Hardly exciting writing about fuel consumption & tread depth![]()
In life as in dance Grace glides on blistered feet
Fuel consumption is interesting.
I mentioned vegetables once, but I think I got away with it...........
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