Anuvver virgin (fatnold)

**fatnold** · 16th December 2006, 19:05

allo, i not speakee de kiwi eengleesh wery well. i am from eengland home of the wank soccer, cricket and wugby teams. thank god our morris dancers are unbeatable.

been motorcycling almost 30 years, 'bout ten bikes in all. now hang on grimly to the bars of an R1, not very successfully sometimes. started riding on a Honda cub, but decided i wasn't gay (stiff shit hurts my arse) or too scared for a real bike

looking fwd to meeting a few of you stand up individuals who still cherish freedom and lunacy. likely to attend a few runs from west gate....i'll be the one on a black bike wearing brown curduroys.

must go as i have a sermon to prepare for the presbyterian church tomorrow

toodle pip

**Mom** · 16th December 2006, 19:12

Interests:
DIY, Sex
Occupation:
Student

Hmmmmmm think we should watch this one guys..........LOL....welcome aboard the KB train.......its great fun....looking like you may fit in quite well

**paturoa** · 16th December 2006, 19:14

Welcome. You'll enjoy the ATNR rides from Westgate. I've only done 3, and they are excellent.

May I suggest that you check this thread..

http://www.kiwibiker.co.nz/forums/sh...ad.php?t=40520

**Scorpygirl** · 16th December 2006, 19:18

Welcome, welcome!! You should fit in really well here!

**Goblin** · 16th December 2006, 19:18

Originally Posted by fatnold

thank god our morris dancers are unbeatable.

toodle pip

Morris Dancing ....
It is danced under blue skies to celebrate the quickening of the soil and under bare stars because it's springtime and with any luck the carbon dioxide will unfreeze again. The imperative is felt by deep-sea beings who have never seen the sun and urban humans whose only connection with the cycles of nature is that their Volvo once ran over a sheep.
It is danced innocently by raggedy-bearded young mathematicians to an inexpert accordion rendering of "Mrs Widgery's Lodger" and ruthlessly by such as the Ninja Morris Men of New Ankh, who can do strange and terrible things with a simple handkerchief and a bell.

Oh and welcome.

**Mom** · 16th December 2006, 19:23

Ohhhhhhhhh but you have to love the outfits!...bit of face hair ok........bald is best IMHO.....mmmmmmmmm and a bit sort of, kinda like leathered up bikers?????...the outfits I mean.......verrrrrrrrrry sexy..........lol.....best I go now before I make a tit of myself

**sels1** · 16th December 2006, 19:27

welcome aboard fatnold

**Mrs Busa Pete** · 16th December 2006, 20:11

best I go now before I make a tit of myself[/COLOR][/QUOTE]

At least you will have some TITS.

**Mom** · 16th December 2006, 20:37

Originally Posted by busa pete

best I go now before I make a tit of myself[/COLOR]

At least you will have some TITS.

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grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...........lol........

**terbang** · 16th December 2006, 20:42

Originally Posted by Goblin

Morris Dancing ....
It is danced under blue skies to celebrate the quickening of the soil and under bare stars because it's springtime and with any luck the carbon dioxide will unfreeze again. The imperative is felt by deep-sea beings who have never seen the sun and urban humans whose only connection with the cycles of nature is that their Volvo once ran over a sheep.
It is danced innocently by raggedy-bearded young mathematicians to an inexpert accordion rendering of "Mrs Widgery's Lodger" and ruthlessly by such as the Ninja Morris Men of New Ankh, who can do strange and terrible things with a simple handkerchief and a bell.

Oh and welcome.

Uhh err yeah like she said, welcome.

**Mom** · 16th December 2006, 20:45

Originally Posted by terbang

Uhh err yeah like she said, welcome.

that morris dancing thing gives you pause for thought..........kinda hoping fatnold is a bit of a hairy (or bald) biker, else some contributions to date may kinda give him the wrong message really

**madmal64** · 16th December 2006, 20:51

Welcome aboard. Sounds like you are gonna fit right in around here.

**ajturbo** · 16th December 2006, 21:34

Originally Posted by Goblin

Morris Dancing ....
It is danced under blue skies to celebrate the quickening of the soil and under bare stars because it's springtime and with any luck the carbon dioxide will unfreeze again. The imperative is felt by deep-sea beings who have never seen the sun and urban humans whose only connection with the cycles of nature is that their Volvo once ran over a sheep.
It is danced innocently by raggedy-bearded young mathematicians to an inexpert accordion rendering of "Mrs Widgery's Lodger" and ruthlessly by such as the Ninja Morris Men of New Ankh, who can do strange and terrible things with a simple handkerchief and a bell.

Oh and welcome.

what the hell have you been smoking????