Ride out complete: Being forced off the road by a car

In uk.rec.motorcycles, Cab belched forth and ejected the following:

Yes, that's how I knew it was beef. The gravy was dark.

Actually, truth be told, I'd not considered which type of meat it was
until someone in here asked me if it was beef or chicken. That's when I
remembered the dark gravy. They poured that out first and then lobbed
the whole fucking lot, paper plate and all right up and over. It missed
me but I took the ****'s mirror clean off.

 

Did the one I signed up for last year ever happen?

 

MOK 575, Black 1952 split-screen side-valve Morris Minor - ditto.
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You have *no* taste. Ewouw.

Ali

 

Right where it hurts, son.

Ali

 

don't take this the wrong way petal, but in the most sincerest way, I
genuinely couldn't give a **** what you do with your life, and in no
way have I any interest in influencing the course of it.

Sorry, but there you go - you're no more interesting than the rest of
the rabble.

 

Genuine question: if you feel that way, why do you bother posting or
replying?

Ali

 

Beav said...

Make it 1 inch and 5/16ths ring spanner and you could use it to take the
steering wheel off a Mini, or the ball joints or even the alloy turret
tops on rubber coned models.

 

Beav said...

She's a festering hound. I dunno why Peter Andre always looks so fucking
smug, none of my burd's minges have been gawked at by 50% of the male
population.

 

Isn't that because you're always reading the latest BS from your
Pointy-Haired Boss on your Blackberry while riding?

 

for my own amusement - I would have thought that was obvious, even to
the most dunderheaded.

 

But you're not sure... hmm.

Well... next *OSM, why don't you lay on the floor fumbling about for your
mobile, whilst some of the others take it in turns to see if they can score
a direct hit on your family jewels?

You could probably charge a quid a go (I suspect some might even pay more
for the privilege), and donate the proceeds to NABD.

Got to be a more entertaining sideshow than Robbos raffle, surely...

 

No idea, but a few of us were pondering the same thing down the pub the
other night.

 

Nope... everyone is in fact awestruck by the fact there have been no posts
from you regarding your chav-u-like offspring and their spirited
misdemeanours *all* day.

HTH

 

Agree. Assaulting people in the street (or anywhere else) when you've
stopped on a vehicle registerd in your name is likely to bring you plod
trouble. To say otherwise is nonsense. Very hard to prove that the
driver drove like ****. Very easy to prove someones fucked your knee
up. ...and a small amount of short term pain is nothing to all that
lovely criminal injury compo.

 

Ding! Always my first port of call. let 'em know what they're dealing
with.

 

Have to agree, more than likely you will encounter some homicidal
maniac, who is driving around looking for some 'bovver'

I encounter more road rage in the car than anywhere else, mostly when
i'm in the Mazda, as not many people argue with my rusty & dented
Frontera. (I had even less aggro pushing into traffic in my Series 3
Landrover

I've had a datsun object to my filtering style (on the bindit), and
deliberately try to have me off on a bend approaching the Blackwall
tunnel. If it had been wet, he would definitely have had me off. (took
the rear wheel away with his bumper, leaving a big paint scrape down
the bike from his car)

I've had a merc roll into the blackbird and force it over when I got to
the front of the queue in London.

You'll have to deal with it. Some people don't like bikers out there.

They're hard to identify IME, I've been dogged by chavs (oo err),
rusty datsuns and a relatively new Merc. You can never tell.

Cheers,

Paul.

 

whatever.

 

too much.

 

burnt *is* the Pointy-Haired Boss, surely.