Ape antics

I had to go to the council tip today, to dispose of an old frame and
other bits of unwanted metal, and some bottles... lots of empty
bottles...

....and The Doctor wanted me to fill a great garden bag with 'soil
improver' (they chuck all the garden waste into a container and let it
rot down, and you can help yourself, which is what I call spending the
taxpayers' money wisely).

So I decided to tote it all in the Ape.

Got there, and the young'un on the gate, who checks to see you do really
live in the neighbourhood, boggled and said: "Sorry, mate. No vans and
pick-ups on a Sunday."

"It's not a van. It's a moped."

<Suspicious tone> "It looks like a pick-up to me." <Becoming surer of
himself> "Just a very small one."

"It's a moped."

"I'll ask me guvnor."

"It's a motorbike! It's OK!" shouts the boss, and in I trundle, to be
surrounded by all the staff of the tip who're prodding and ogling it.

 

class

<revisits trike plans to downsize engine requirements>

 

Great big husky working-class salt-of-the-earth geezers. You want an Ape
to spice up your love life, you really do.

 

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I was wondering the very same thing.

<places order>

How fast does the Ape go? Would it get to the elephant?

 

>,
says...

They probably weren't sure what category of waste it belonged in.

 

If you start now, you stand a chance to get there before it's over.

 

Only guessing ;-)

Well, I can. Just.

 

That's rather a presumptuous statement isn't it? I don't recall
discussing my tastes or love life on here.
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Nothing wrong with a bit of speculation, biker boy.

 

<fx:resists great post-editting opportunity>