Dnepr Daze

This is *so* right. When I had the Jawa, I used to bimble around, on
bald tyres, next to no brakes, and certainly no road tax, and the law
(of which there is plenty in Sutton) just ignored it.

I think their attitude was; "If he's daft enough to take that on the
public roads, it *must* be legal...."

 

Ba-doom-tish

 

Oh bad luck

Though I'm sure Sweller is the most likely of virtually anyone to shrug it
off as one of those things and just stoically rebuild it

 

You are correct, it was in fact Ged.

What's he up to these days anyway? Last I heard he
was going to work in a brewery or something?

 

It was about this point in the posting that I was thinking to myself that I
am not too sure that I'd like to pilot one of these. In the event of an
emergency, I'd probably instinctively act like I was on a solo motorcycle
and lean and steer the wrong way with the inevitable results. I once crashed
a quad bike in this manner.

It just had to happen, didn't it?

Give Sweller a GWS from me. I'm not sure I should hope that the outfit is
too badly damaged. Some things are for the best.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "platypus"

The clumsy fucker. And nearly home and dry too.
I'm fucked if I can work out how... it's bad enough trying to wrestle a
chair on the proper side, but that thing... Frankly I'm surprised he got
it as far as he did without incident.

Obviously needs a chair on both sides.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

That'll be funny as ****.

"And it's an up and over. Now we see the motorcyclist try to make his
escape, oops, no, he's not going anywhere. "

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

Heh. First time my mate Col had his new (built by him) XS1100 trike out
he managed to not filter up a line between two cars by the simple
expedient of ramming both cars up the arse with the rear tyres.

 

Got there in the end.

 

platypus composed the following;:

Sorry, I know I'm pretty new here but posts like this are what makes some
groups worth reading even if one doesn't participate much. Fucking
priceless ...

errr, hope he GWS ..

 

That would be gay.

 

Not quite, it was weaving over both lanes of the carriageway as it
chugged onwards spewing oil from its severed rocker cover. It came to a
rest 300yds away from me.

Car driver's were hooting at it as I ran down the middle of a motorway
after the fucker.

I'm now regretting that as adrenalin is a bit of a pain killer and I've
probably made things worse.

The head is a write off as the sealing face (this a Soviet sealing face,
mind) has a two inch chunk missing. The rocker cover disintegrated.

If I could have found an empty 4 pint milk container it would have been
rideable home as it still ran and steered-ish - it just needed a
temporary rocker cover. The bars now touch the chair's screen on full
lock: they didn't before.

Plod was a no show but the first recovery vehicle they sent was a van for
motorcycles, not outfits. They then sent a commercial vehicle recovery
lorry - a very big flatbed - driven by a banger racing London boy who was
hilarious and helpful.

My injuries? My left big toe is black and I think the nail maybe a
goner; I must have caught it on something as I was launched off the bike.

I have a knocked knee which seems to be locking up as I type, bruising
across my chest and back where I landed on the armco.

So not too bad. Although I was cut up by some nobber it was the way I
reacted to the closed throttle that exacerbated what happened.

Inexperience I'm afraid to say.

It was fun but painful.

Note for the safety types I was wearing a textile jacket, open face lid,
army surplus boots and jeans.

 

sweller emerged from their own little world to say

This just gets better. Still LOL.

You fucking newbies keep crashing

If you say so. I thought you were a loony when I witnessed you depart
from the Gatwick hotel car park onto the A23. This just confirms it

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, sweller

ROTFLMAO

You need to molish a "Dead Man's Handle" ASAP.



--
Wicked Uncle Nigel - Manufacturer of the "Champion-105" range of rearsets

WS* GHPOTHUF#24 APOSTLE#14 DLC#1 COFF#20 BOTAFOT#150 HYPO#0(KoTL) IbW#41
ZZR1100, Enfield 500 Curry House Racer "The Basmati Rice Burner",
Honda GL1000K2 (On its hols) Kawasaki ZN1300 Voyager "Oh, Oh, It's so big"

 

Heh, happened to me too on a Norton 19S outfit, sidecar was a wooden box
with a VOLVO car seat bolted into the middle. Hit up the back by an
executive motor on the sliproad down onto the Leeds inner ring road.

Left it in the kerb while I got the drivers details, next thing, the
fucker's heading off into two lanes of busy fast traffic.

Never managed to sprint like that on school sports day.

 

Wicked Uncle Nigel emerged from their own little world to say

ITYM "aerial man's handle"

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, wessie

#I believe I can fly...
#I believe I can touch the sky...
#I believe OW! OW! OW!

--
Wicked Uncle Nigel - Manufacturer of the "Champion-105" range of rearsets

WS* GHPOTHUF#24 APOSTLE#14 DLC#1 COFF#20 BOTAFOT#150 HYPO#0(KoTL) IbW#41
ZZR1100, Enfield 500 Curry House Racer "The Basmati Rice Burner",
Honda GL1000K2 (On its hols) Kawasaki ZN1300 Voyager "Oh, Oh, It's so big"

 

I suppose we can excuse the feral apostrophe this once.

You didn't like them anyway.

So what about the bootful of blood?

And goggles, Mr Shuttleworth.

If you'd been steering from the sidecar, you wouldn't have needed the
helmet.

 

Ahh good. I met him once, and I did wonder when nothing was heard of
him, and then John Peel passed on. ISTR him sounding very similar, and
I've never seen them both in the same place...

 

platypus emerged from their own little world to say

Probably just pissed himself. I know I almost did.