I love parking the bike at Heathrow

7.50pm: screech from tyres as Boeing 767 touches down at Heathrow.

8.00pm: turbines spool down as we park, clicking of seat belts being
undone. Ring The Doctor: tell her I'm on schedule.

Hand baggage only, so straight out through customs, turn left out of the
door of Terminal One, hundred-yard walk to where I've left the Trophy in
the free bike park. Rolling at 8.20pm.

9.00pm: clutching can of cold beer, I settle into the sofa to watch the
last episode of The Space Race. And supper's ready.

Motorcycles: the only way to fly.

 

On Wed, 05 Oct 2005 22:31:54 +0100, The Older Gentleman wrote:

Good wasn't it

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, YTC#1

<puzzled>

How do you know what TOG's supper was like?

--
Wicked Uncle Nigel - "Oh Bollocks" said Pooh, having forgotten his lines.

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Honda GL1000K2 (On its hols) Kawasaki ZN1300 Voyager "Oh, Oh, It's so big"
Suzuki TS250 "The Africa Single" Yamaha GTS1000

 

I've recorded it, I'll watch it now I think.

 

TOG's supper is always good. Usually accompanied by some claret.

 

I was considering parking there last weekend.
I take it it's safe then?

 

Linger emerged from their own little world to say

Well, no fucker is going to nick that barge