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  1. Are you planning on packing the same accessories in the van with the Duc?
    5 points
  2. I was always a pillion before i passed my test after that i was the rider and that's the way its always been. I think i would be ok as long as some twat like my younger self wasn't riding. Back in my 20's i was just riding around looking for things to race as you do when i see this guy around Abergavenny way thumbing a lift carrying a helmet, i stopped to give him a lift he was going to Tredegar about 10 mile away. I shot off hitting speeds over 140 between the heads of the valleys roundabouts which was pretty normal for me back then, the fucker was squashing the life out of me he was holding on so tight, when i pulled off for Tredegar i asked where to he insisted the roundabout was fine and he would walk from there, i got the impression he couldn't wait to get off for some reason
    3 points
  3. The bike went through flipping on the buried fence. I took the airborne option. Just the once was enough @Buckster!
    3 points
  4. You must have been doing a search for information relevant to you and Google picked up on the potential geriatric section.
    3 points
  5. That gull is from Weston-Super-Mare, He was bored with knicking ice-creams and chips so I sent him over via Penarth to sneak up on you
    3 points
  6. After all these years of blaming @XTreme
    2 points
  7. Back in the day I was a klingon, always bumming a lift. I'd like most rather be in control. Think it's more comfort that anything else. Mandi took me to Leicestershire on her cbf1000 to collect my current TDM. Glad to get off after being cramped up on that.
    2 points
  8. It will more than likely never happen that I will have to ride pillion......so I will vote no.
    2 points
  9. First time ever on a bike for me was with a girlfriend riding a DT125R, I quite enjoyed it! After that I also was with a childhood friend on a CBR600 doing silly speeds on not politically correct places, I was a teenager back then. Now, I would get on the back of a bike for a short ride home or something like that, I wouldn't really enjoy it though, but wouldn't be afraid either. I really enjoyed touring with my girlfriend, although touring BMWs are quite better at carrying passengers than most other bikes.
    2 points
  10. Problem with that is Pete that men tend to weigh a lot more than women so you need a hot young bird who’s very good at wheelies. Or it’s Tym he could probably pillion nicely.. well weight wise.. not sure about your other problem
    2 points
  11. If only we all had your mad skills.
    2 points
  12. obviously photo edit... your crap at em as well... now go get yourself back on them streets... you got cocks to suck and money to earn
    2 points
  13. So this officer is giving a 100 blokes a talk in some sort of a hall. First he gave a history of the regiment which due to cut backs was about 10 regiments all joined together. He said that this battalion was nicknamed The Steel Backs because they never cried out when being flogged around the time of Waterloo. I'm in trouble here I thought, I'd cry like a baby when they took my shirt off if it was chilly. He makes the mistake of going on about team work which was to come back and haunt me later. Next we are all taken outside and they attempt to teach some sort of drill. My version of marching was different to everyone else's. Try moving left leg and left arm at the same time and crouching and you'll probably be as good as I was. I must have looked like the hunchback of Notre Dame after he'd not paid his tailor's bill. Next we were whisked off to an assault course. This thing was mostly made of mud with a few brick walls, ditches and climbing frames mixed in. We were taken to each obstacle and taught the best way to tackle it. I was shagged just walking around them. There was a wall about 10 feet high. This NCO grabbed me and made me stand facing it with arms outstretched. Then he got two other blokes to place their palms on the floor and I had to stand on their hands. Luckily my overalls had unravelled round the ankles which cushioned them a bit. He then told them both to lift at the same time and I would magically go up the wall and be able to grab the top and pull myself up. In theory this is fine, but when the two wankers lifting are of different heights and ability, all it did was tip me over side ways head first into the mud. After I had got up and rubbed the mud in to my hair properly, he then showed us a better way, which was one bloke putting his back against the wall, crouching down and put both hands together whilst I ran at him, slapped a shitty boot into his hands and as he lifted, I jumped and I got to the top of the wall. One miscalculation and he could have had the boot in his balls mind you. Back to the start and we did the whole thing properly. I was not fit, my days of long distance running at school were 6 plus years behind me. I would have to use brains to pass this thing. So whenever any of the NCOs with a clip board was watching I ran like a hero, all arms, legs and determination. When I was out of sight I whimpered and dribbled and crawled slowly. When we got the the 10 foot wall, the dim bloke who had my sleeping bag somehow managed to fall with a leg each side of it. He gave a terrible scream and had to be lowered to the ground and taken away to have his bollocks put in a sling by a medic. We didn't see him for the next few hours. After the assault course we were taken to the mess hall for breakfast. I lined up and found the the tea urns didn't just have plain black tea in them. It was already mixed with the milk and about 400 sugar lumps by the taste of it. My hands were a bit shaky from the assault course so I dropped my first cup of tea all over the floor. After mopping that up I got another one and moved on to the food queue. Some army cook type geezer, all acne and flaky skin asked me if I wanted two bits of bacon. I said yes and he grinned as he cut my single piece into two pieces. I wolfed my breakfast, glugged my tea, glugged another mug of tea and then it was marching off to a gymnasium. In the gym they did all sorts of PT tests. Hanging off bars to see how many pull ups you could do, timed climbing of ropes, flinging yourself over a vaulting horse etc. The worst one was hanging upside down off some wall bars and doing sit ups. My stomach was still hurting from that a week later when they sent me for a medical, more on that later.
    2 points
  14. Time to start planning ya know, and this is on my to do list for Woody, shes in my name now for the first time since new in 1978, big things planned.
    1 point
  15. Thousands of Dagos on the way to Mablethorpe as we speak!
    1 point
  16. Global warming!!!.....in the future the people from southern Europe may take their holiday up north to get away from the heat.
    1 point
  17. I have little knowledge of Poland, apart from a couple of Polish guys that worked at our place. Funny thing is, they said they found England cold during the winter....I thought it would be the other way round.
    1 point
  18. Oh yeh....I've spoken to my boy in Poland on Whatsapp video at 3 in the afternoon and it's completely black outside. But.....his choice to live 2 hours from the border with Ukraine!
    1 point
  19. I am never keen, I feel out of control and see dangers that I think the rider hasn't. But I'm the same in the passenger seat of a car. On holiday sometimes we hire a car and one of us drives out for the evening, then after drink is taken on board we get a cab back, leaving the car in town. In the morning someone has to go on the back of a scooter or motorbike to collect the car. My 73 year old mate has the habit of weaving about, I swear he tries to get every pot hole he sees, like a game of pothole Bingo. I cringe in fear on the back, my only consolation is if he's driving on the correct side of the roa, depending on which country we are in. My other mate rides in and out of London all week and he is definitely an unhappy pillion behind me. He is carrying a bit of extra weight so he's usually tightly wedged between me and the top box. He will shout out that a traffic light has turned red, like I haven't seen it. It is usually on the horizon and will change 2 or 3 times before we even get near. When I bought my 3rd Africa Twin I had to go to Norwich. I asked my friend Charlie to give me a lift. His bike was a GSXR110, bit of a beast. The rear seat was tiny, I had trouble bending my legs enough to get them on the rear pegs. When he finally hit the on ramp to the A12 dual carriageway he gunned it and not only did I nearly fall off the back, he hit a lump in the road at the same time and I went up in the air as well. I shit myself. Later on when we left the A12 and got onto a smaller road (A140??) where he went round a roundabout so fast I swear my ear was on the tarmac. I had had enough by then and made him pull over and swap positions and I rode it with him on the back the rest of the way.
    1 point
  20. Sunshine is essential for happiness, I think. Here, in winter you sometimes get two or three weeks constant rainy weather, by that time you start to see random people on the street looking properly sad. A lot of the portuguese that go to the Uk in search of better paid work, and there are quite a lot of them, really face depression during the winter time as it’s such a change from what they’re used to.
    1 point
  21. Did I tell you to fuck off today? If not..
    1 point
  22. Seems to get dark by about 3PM where my boy lives in Poland! I suppose it's only to be expected in a country whose biggest tourist attractions are death camps!
    1 point
  23. it will be here before you know it
    1 point
  24. i have always liked to have my own hands on the bars that way i can always speed up or slow down and as for thumbing a lift off somebody no chance you could be getting on the back of some right jimmy fireblade i would sooner walk
    1 point
  25. I'm 6'1" tall and weigh north of 240 lbs. - would make a shit pillion.
    1 point
  26. No......I'll just lean forward, tuck right in, and hold her tight......we'd be fine!
    1 point
  27. I might consider it in extreme circumstances (stranded somewhere) IF it was a hot young bird riding it.
    1 point
  28. all self taught as well .
    1 point
  29. We zoomed in on Meteor from deep space.
    1 point
  30. After the gymnasium we were led into another room to be shown various big bangy guns and allowed to play about removing some of the parts. Back then the T.A. were still using the self loading rifle which I'd only seen my action man using in the 1970s. The real army had moved on and were regretting it I recall, their new gun had a habit of falling in half at critical moments. This SLR was placed in my hands and I don't know how my Action Man coped, no wonder his realistic hands fell apart. It weighed a ton. Sod running about with that. We were also shown the general purpose machine gun we would be using if we passed and were accepted. I say we, it was a three man team on a machine gun they said, someone to load, someone to pull the trigger and someone to say, "Shoot at him Geoffrey, he looks a bit foreign to me". You've probably seen them before, big thing, tripod or bipod, belt feed and a load of spare barrels. I hadn't realised till then that you had to change barrels if firing for a long time, at least that was what I was told. I had never seen John Wayne have to do this, must be inferior equipment. We also got handed some sort of hand held rocket launcher thing and what we all excitedly called a sten gun, but apparently was actually a Sterling. After this it was lunch time, more ready made super sweet mugs of tea, some not too bad food and me wolfing as much of their sticky syrup fruit salad afters as possible for energy, because the basic fitness test was coming up later on that day. We were driven in lorries to another part of Colchester, a large green, some M.O.D housing and a rectangle of roads. A week after the events I'm writing about took place, a military policeman was badly injured in the same place when his car exploded. The car bomb had been set by the IRA, the MP lost both legs and some fingers. We sort of forget about the IRA nowadays with all that's happening in the world, but terrorist bombs were quite common on the UK mainland when I was growing up. The last one I remember was the one in Canary Wharf which put our jerry built office in docklands into a permanent tilt despite it being about 200 metres away from the explosion. Anyway, with freshly rolled trouser legs I listened as a large red faced man in a track suit explained that it was a 2km run which had to be completed in 11 minutes to pass. You started by walking quickly and as you passed a certain point you started running and were timed from that point. Well off I went, legs in all directions, my boiler suite billowing. 2 minutes later I was ready to bring my dinner back up. 8 minutes later I am looking for a hole to put my foot in so I can twist my ankle and cry off. That's when the twats who had paid attention in the morning chat grabbed me, team work you see. Despite me crying and telling them all to fuck off, they dragged me along. I think I came in 30 seconds over the 11 minutes. I was doubled over ready to honk, but this NCO started screaming at me not to bend forward, to stand up straight and to definitely not besmirch his nice clean grass. After my head had stopped throbbing, we all piled back on to the lorries and then waited for the man with the ball bag slings to walk in, he was still waddling along it seemed. I say piled back on, I think it took me a few attempts to get in. It was back to the hall which was now filled with desks. It was intelligence test time!
    1 point
  31. iHad a black and white collie i named Sheep Doggy Dog once, the kids in the hood loved him.
    1 point
  32. That reminded me of this
    1 point
  33. I get out fortnightly at the moment, off work for a fortnight from today, so will get out a bit other than when me and Gail do our day trips in the car.
    1 point
  34. funnily enough, most of it was abandoned shortly after he arrived Bob.
    1 point
  35. I told you I was innocent all these years! That bird fitted me up!
    1 point
  36. Topic, Jeep, Sux is out after her first post on the subject, stardate, dumbass.
    1 point
  37. Hi Parker, don't mind the locals.
    1 point
  38. When I was about 22 my sweaty friend encouraged me to have a go at joining the T.A. He said if I joined now, they were about to head for Germany for shooty bangy type stuff and I'd get free time off from my employer. What's the worst that could happen I thought. So a month or so later I present myself at a building near Tilbury and myself and 5 or 6 others boarded a Bedford truck which headed off to Colchester to join a group of about a 100 blokes from various corners of Essex and Suffolk. I was signed in, given a sleeping bag with a busted zip, a pair of overalls 42 times too big for me, a number on a piece of cloth, some safety pins and directed to a bunk in a Victorian cavalry barracks. Stables below, sleeping areas above. This was next to a parade ground that seemed to go to the horizon and lots of other brick and black wooden buildings. Anyone who has watched Blackadder Goes Forth would recognise it as it was used in the opening titles where the band marches playing the theme tune and Baldrick finishes with a tap on his triangle. It's now a Wimpey or similar housing estate. First things first, there was a dim but large bloke in our group. When he wasn't looking I swapped my sleeping bag with his. We then had to put our overalls on and pin our numbers to our chests. I rolled my trouser legs up about 10 times till they only just brushed the floor. The really tall bloke next to me who's overalls were too short refused to swap with me so was left looking like a toddler in a romper shorts combo. As we were called out for a talk by some bloke in a peaked cap I could hear the dim bloke moaning about his broken zipped sleeping bag.
    1 point
  39. If this clue isnt good enough let me know! btw, i have a swamp too...lol Hold my three plants!
    1 point
  40. Lovin it Pedro.... i get off it turn round and look at it, it makes me smile ... get on and ride it even... bigger smile'... im not much cop at reviews
    1 point
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  42. Just depends on my mood on the day. Some days I’m happy to bimble along at a sensible pace, this is mostly on the Himalayan as it lends itself to that kind of approach. Mind you, it can also be quick enough to keep up with more powerful bikes on tight, bumpy roads. If I’m on the CBR I find it impossible to not ride like a twat.
    1 point
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