Back in the saddle after my enforced absence, me and my BSA firebird had a very jolly little runaround. In the morning we romped into the city of Lincoln to annoy good folk at the modern Triumph dealership. We parked up outside and attracted a small audience of admirers. Covered the pavement in oil and duly left by starting on the first kick. Yesss.
Later in the evening we set off to a local bike meet and came roaring round a corner, lining up a brace of harleys to overtake, to see a load of my mates parked up by the road side. Turned out that one of my mate's son was so impressed with my battlescared jacket that he decided to take a slide across the road rather than make the corner (just missing lamppost, road sign and tree! - he went one side, Suzuki Bandit the other - jap bikes just don't handle!). Turn back to find out what had happened and quick chat with my mate - son ripped his tendons in his shoulder, but nothing broken and van on the way to pick up the bike! Anyway off we go again, catch a sportster and give large going into Market Rasen in a full on brit bike styleee till we get to the meet. There, the BSA attracted a large gathering of grown men getting all nostalgic and muttering into their beers about how 'those were the days ... etc' and other rose tinted delusions, until it was time to go home. One of the girls notices my jacket and says "I've just noticed the front of Mort's jacket, it looks like he's been savaged by a werewolf!" On the way back we teach another Harley a lesson by cutting underneath him on the roundabout and then hustling a pair of sports bikes thru the corners after they had sprinted past us on the straight.
class night .
The more eagle eyed amongst you would have noticed the added scratches in my helmet from the little trip down the road a while back!!
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