What a shitty trip to work this morning. Typical Norf summer weather. Grey skies to the ground, rain and RAIN in case you got complacent. Followed a bloke on a BMW bike. Sorry, not up to speed with the manufacturer definition. Not a Boing (how do you spell boing as in planes) 737 like Gremlins, and Not a tourer faired fugly thing, though it did have a bikini fairing
OMG, boing, boing! HELP!!!
It was throwing it down, and lots of traffic meant lots of spray from vehicles up front. I finally managed to get upside of this bloke and , with window down, pointed at the flappy thing hanging out of his open top box, and shouted to him, "your top box is open".
We did make eye contact, though I think he was a bit scared of the caged lady pointing at him and yelling shit he could not hear
I tried ok. He would have arrived at his destination one of 2 ways.
Completly ok and with a tale to tell about this mental female cage driver on his way there, or...
With nothing in his top box bar a pair of sodden skids...
I tried ok?
Originally Posted by Gubb
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