...too many people giving a fuck about other people not giving a fuck...NZ, where it seems it's become a national pastime to be seen to care while really not giving a toss...Mike Gaylord and MadBumBoy obviously have problems where instead of accepting that others are a little different to themselves, have to rationalise their failings by plastering them over other people...
...at the Dawn Service in our town that now starts at 9 am instead of 6am, (to appease the soft cunts who couldn't be arsed to get out of bed early on a cold wet ANZAC Day), I couldn't begin to count the huge numbers of wankfucks on (dare I say it), sprotbikes, howling past on the Akaroa GP...the only patches they had on were the self appointed halo's of, "Listen to me and look at my matching leathers"...I suppose they were cunts too, but no one gave a fuck...we were there for much more important reasons...
....soft cock, moaning cunts with a prevalence of girl's genes seem to be the nationally accepted man of choice these days...fuck off...
Wonder what those that gave all would make of all this fuss over a few motorcycles making a bit of noise.
Be the person your dog thinks you are...
Fuck all i reckon 98TLS.
The biker boys fucked up tis all eh, and they formally apologised, cool, move on.
As for the media........... Fucktards the lot of em.
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...she took the KT, and left me the Buell to ride....(Blues Brothers)
People must lead sheltered lives to be able to worry so much about so little.......
Opinions are like arseholes: Everybody has got one, but that doesn't mean you got to air it in public all the time....
I was so, SO nervous this year, 2 years off the pipe and a bit of newly diagnosed asthma had me gasping in the little bit of practice I did. I gave myself 5/10 the first time (a few split pitches, shames), but managed note perfect the second time.
I credit my ability to play The Last Post to the Band Master I learned from all those years ago.
It is an honour Dawn, I feel it, and am so grateful to be able to play it.
I actually feel really humbled every time I play it.
This is actually what I concentrate on when I play.
"Come home! Come home!
The last post is sounding for you to hear.
All good soldiers know very well there is nothing to fear, while they do what is right and forget all the worries they have met in their duties through the year.
A soldier cannot always be great, but he can be a gentleman, and he can be a right good pal,
to his comrades in his squad.
So all you soldiers listen to this;
Deal fair by all and you’ll never be amiss.
Be Brave! Be Just! Be Honest and True Men!"
This is The Last Post for me.
Ah, you forget they were riding Harleys which explains the time taken to cover the 30km. They roared out of Waiouru after the dawn service, say 6.30am and rode straight to Taihape, arriving there in time to disrupt the 11am service.
And to those saying it 'might have been unintentional' listen again to the repeated full on revving before they moved off. Oh and all the while knowing their stupidly loud exhausts were aimed right at the parade people standing still in silent observance just 2 metres behind their bikes. If these bikies are this unobservant then it amazes me they didn't accidently crash into Mount Ruapehu, not noticing it was there.
Edit- I posted my opinions on here because I enjoyed going to my local dawn service and the 'silence' was touching for the hundreds that were there. You have to feel the moment to realise how a bunch of dicks revving loud bikes would have ruined it. Lots of bikes were parked in attendance at our service. Never heard a sound.
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I go to the local dawn services most years. Have been to ANZAC observances in Perth, Brisbane and Sydney as well, although I usually give the dawn services there a miss. Interesting to see the variations in style. Some of the Oz dawn services are very early, Sydney was about 4.30AM; by 6.00AM the temporary bars that had been set up in the street were doing a roaring trade, right outside the hotel window.
There was a huge turnout here this year, lots of kids. I'd assume a return to more normal figures next year.
There used to be a motorcycle dealer: Suzuki, Ducati, Husqvarna, in very close proximity to the cenotaph. One year, it being a holiday, the mechanics and apprentices were going for a trail ride or similar and were warming the bikes up on the footpath during the mid-morning civic service. Until a more senior staff member turned up and told them they were being arseholes. Unintentional but... Probably not dissimilar to the Harley dudes?
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