Hands up all those that have never fallen off

Hmm, I've often found the people who ride bikes deathly dull
conversation. Always asking questions about how to fix stuff, where to
buy stuff. The new ones are the worst.

I like the boy racers with Suburus etc. they're much better
conversation; specially when they want to tell you how fast their car
is. Lots of argument potential.

 

There is a subtle, but appreciable, difference between getting on with
and arguing with.

I have difficulty with it too, although I manage to meld the two into the
super efficient hybrid "talking at".

 

A helluva lot of truck drivers do, oddly enough.

 

*Definitely*

 

That's proper trucks rather than those cunts driving 7.5 tonners on a
car license[1], one assumes.



[1] who should be put against a wall and bayonetted slowly from the
ankles upwards.

 

said...

New drivers can't do that any more. It's been like that since about 1993
IIRC.

 

1998.

 

Hey, you're OK. It's the wankers who drive them for a living; couriers
and the like who don't have a proper truck license that I've a grievance
against.

 

Last year the law regarding the hire of 7.5 tonners changed. Whilst
individuals can hire them for personal use, companies can no longer hire
them unless they have an operator's licence. I found this out 2 days before
starting an office relocation for a client from Oxford to Corby. We had to
use 2 transit lutons instead, and the job took a whole lot longer.

--
Oldbloke

2000 Honda CB500, 1990 Suzuki TS50 (m'boy's), Spagthorpe Basenji i
BOTAFOT #140
"He's like Robbo's chubby kid brother"

 

On Sun, 18 Jan 2004 09:09:41 -0000, "Oldbloke"
<> bored us all completely to death with
wittery prose along the lines of:

I know that on my UK licence, I can still go for weight up to 7.5
tonnes, but on a French licence, I believe it's only 3.5. So much so,
that you can't rent anything over 3.5 tonnes.

 

I drove a Transit once. Well it was a feckin' great big VW thing, bigger
than a standard Transit. **** I drove like a ****, honestly... they should
never have let a twat like me anywhere near the sodding thing. Straight out
of the rental yard and over the road to fill up with diesal, *crunch* Never
having driven a large van (or any van) before I misjudged it and managed to
wipe out the pumping handle on the diesal pump with the side of the van[1]
:-(

Then after having fueled up and proceeding around the M25 I was a bit put
out by the lack of rear view mirror (actually it had one but with a metal
panel behind you etc) and the general crapness of the wing mirrors, and I
nearly managed to get us squashed under an articulated lorry whilst heading
for the off ramp :-/

Later, having arrived back at my (newly purchased, I was moving in) place I
tried to manoeveur this behemoth into the car park, which involves driving
up my rather skinny driveway... um... *crunch* as I bashed the side of the
land leviathan straight into the little piddy low wall thingies that mark
the entrance to the drive. Didn't damage the wall thankfully, but as (my)
luck would have it the crunch which was only a foot long managed to span two
body panels. £168 in repairs that cost me (fortunately the fuel pump handle
wiping out bit only left a green smudge on the paintwork which was easily
removed with soap and water).

Yes indeedy, my driving that day was well worthy of the above punishment,
but can I be let off because I swear that I am *never* going to drive one of
those fucking things ever ever ever ever ever again?

[1] I left my name and address with the station but never did receive the
repair bill.

 

Heh, I bloody hate driving lorries (well, 7.5 tonners). However, when
SWMBO's sister lived in France we went out to assist them with their house
move (about 3 miles - Fuecherolles to Orgeval). B-I-L hired a 3.5 tonner
for the day and all was well, until it came to reversing it between the
brick pillars of the driveway of the new place. I am stood there like a
twat directing B-I-L in, and very soon, the side of the truck is very close
to the brick pillars, so what do I do?, yep, like a complete twat I
"protected" the brick pillar by placing my hand between it and the van.

It bloody well hurt, and carried on hurting for about the next 18 months (I
didn't visit a doctor, too embarrassed).

--
Oldbloke

My Bike - 2000 Honda CB500
M'boy's Bike - 1990 Suzuki TS50X
i Bike - MotoRumi Junior Gentleman

BOTAFOT #140
"He's like Robbo's chubby kid brother"

 

Ouch.

Combination YTC (I know, I know) and DIAABTCOD (paging TOG) there.

--

Dave

GS 850 x2 / SE 6a
SbS#6 DIAABTCOD#16 APOSTLE#6 FUB#3
FUB KotL OSOS#12? UKRMMA#19

 

Indeed, what got me though was the sudden realization, as my hand became
impaled in the wall that it was a bloody stupid thing to do. Until that
point I was completely in charge of the situation.....

--
Oldbloke

My Bike - 2000 Honda CB500
M'boy's Bike - 1990 Suzuki TS50X
i Bike - MotoRumi Junior Gentleman

BOTAFOT #140
"He's like Robbo's chubby kid brother"

 

My father did that when I was a kid except it was a concrete lorry and a
metal gatepost that he 'protected'. He split his finger like a ripe
tomato; you could see the bone and everything.

 

"Man inserts palm of hand betwen van and brickwork to protect
brickwork."

A worthy candidate for a DIAABTCOD number, agreed.

Oldbloke, have DIAABTCOD Number 26. A short acceptance speech is
generally considered the proper form now.

 

Well what can one say..........
I generally find that at auspicious occasions such as this, the best thing
to say is...
Nothing.
I am now off to bed.
Thankyou, and goodnight.
<bows>
Incidentally, I had to travel all the way to France to earn my award, to
whom do I send my expenses chitty?

--
Oldbloke

My Bike - 2000 Honda CB500
M'boy's Bike - 1990 Suzuki TS50X
i Bike - MotoRumi Junior Gentleman

BOTAFOT #140, DIAABTCOD#26
"He's like Robbo's chubby kid brother"

 

The Older Gentleman said:

I thought I was 26?

 

Jesus, you look worse for your age than Champ!

 

Would the train in the picture be one of Barry Sheenes' cast offs? (fell
offs!)