boboneleg

Nope , you need the correct software. Is it someone local ?

So cute but if they're anything like the ones around here they're so feckin noisy .

Plenty of evidence that someone has been in there before , you might have to files those edges a bit

Or their boss ? the burglars were a bunch of little scrotes who couldn't even ride the bikes properly

Hence why we didn't take up the 'services' offered to us by some dude in a Range Rover parked up outside our workplace one morning after we had been burgled

Are you putting in a tender ?

Bought my first Suzuki DR350 from them. Mind you that was over 30 years ago so the peeps I dealt with might be dead by now ..........

What a crock of shit, £19.50 an hour ??? Thank f*ck I don't live in London

You should have painted the wheels while they were on the car, I can guarantee it wouldn't have rained on you ............ what you say @Six30 ?

Correct , Hamamatsu produces the donkey

I think it was £500 but my dealer was a cool guy. I was slightly worried about the height of the bike so if I didn't want it he'd just refund me the deposit as he had plenty of peeps wanting a T700.

for deposit ?

Don't show him any photos @Slowlycatchymonkey or we'll get the photo of that Gammon with his kecks around his ankles .......

No, I paid a deposit to register my interest and when they allocated a bike to me I paid the remainder.

Here ya go Pete, this was part of the process I had to go through when I ordered my T700. It took about 6 months until delivery.

Do you reckon it's a gonner Dave ?

Exactly , that's why there are still so many DR650's from '96 -'99 still doing a grand job. CBR600's , VFR's as well just to mention a few.

Ah ! that explains a lot of things ..... .

I’ve seen plenty of real Spain in the Pyrenees and there are plenty of swimming pools. Pethaps that’s why the Catalans want independence from you backward lot

Fuckmine, it's Spain isn't it and you haven't got a swimming pool ? What sort of place have you moved to ? No wonder the FPM wants to go back to her Polish ghetto

We got threathened with arrest at West Brom in the late seventies for pissing against a wall. We sweet talked our way out of it by buying the policeman and policewoman a hot dog each. I was laughing my head off (under my breath) as I handed over their hot dogs as I still had pissy fingers