Few years back, big party held annually in the alt bike/music scene. Dusty ole bikers and musos all had to ride long hours to get to the rural location in response to a very select invite list. Invite came - you went. Big group ride, hard riding over all sorts a roads, followed by by the sort of bike bash most merely dream of, live music, plenty of beer, pool table, warm night and a drive full of real bikes tinking and cracking as the air cooled engines surrendered the last of their heat to the gathering night.
These are all hard riding men, long of beard and grey of hair - blokes you can trust to ride hard wheel to wheel, blokes who have your back in the pub if trouble ensues, blokes with the 1000 yard stare, blokes who have been there, and back, got the tee shirt, the cap and usually not cared enough to post on the web about it - christ half of em wouldn't even know what a computer was but could spot the difference between a 5/16 and 14mm spanner from 50ft...
The conversation tallked to long rides - not rides on pussy bikes but long days on real bikes with little suspension and less technology than a pencil.
One modernist suggested and extra hour was to be gained from a bit of sheepskin, another recommended a pair of tight long undies with no inside eam (a few gasps of disbelief that such a thing could exist)..... The learyist, crustiest greybeard of em all reckoned satin was the the go for a long day! Simple he says, I just grab a pair of the ole ladies grundies - 'SEE' he says and drops is oily Levis to reveal a pair of red satin ladies knickers - yup - lacy bits an all - FARK! The band stopped - all ya could hear was jaws hitting the deck and people shuffling slowly away....
Priceless......
Mind you - he did ride a beemer.....
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