I took my new baby out for a spin today so we could kinda bond.It wasn't going well,a couple of k up the road met my first gravel pit,sorry road repair,had a blustery wind coming off the coast and a cumulous satanicus hovered ominously atop Mount messenger and the twisties I'd set off for.
With rain drops now on my visor,I was beginning to wonder why I fukin bothered,more bloody road works and with the truck spray I was gettin I felt a bit like a duck in a shooting gallery.yeah I know but....
As I cleared the road works my mp3 clicked off Ray Charles and onto Placebos album,the traffic thinned, the sky cleared and I gave my new gsx14 a little bit of head
wow, gorgeous silky smooth grunt propelled me towards the hills.My jaw began to ache from the stupid permanent grin my ugly face had adopted.In no time the big hill appeared with it's oh so tight twisties which had only previously been done in my Toyota fun bus and a Harley. swoop we went then swoosh down and round and up like a big dipper ,all done as if on rails, so very very sweet.
stopped for a ciggy and a chat and was then escorted back home by all those Americana motors heading for New Plym, screeching their ,no rubber whatsoever ,tyres round the mountain. A sight to see man and a day to remember...Fanbloodytastic
ps apologies to y'all stuck in your offices etc. aint it great though when it just kinda works out perfect....
Oh bugger
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Originally Posted by martybabe
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