The Even Older Gentleman today

The Older Gentleman composed the following;:

Happy birthday.

I'm 46 later this year .... nerr nerrr

 

Oh, ****. You're younger than me. Hmm - I should grab that TAG tag...

Soy.

 

Aye, give us a shout when you start putting all your bikes up for sale
Grandad[/QUOTE]

When my boss was in the BMW/Trumpet dealership buying his 1200GS, there
was a 75yo guy buying a Thruxton going on about racing it.

 

I found my ex sitting on the bed crying her eyes out.
Me: what's it?
Her: Waaaaaaaaaaa
Me: WTF is wrong?
Her: I'm going to be 30.

JFC. Here's the fucking knife.

 

Feeble-minded bitch.

Mind you, I sympathize.

 

When my boss was in the BMW/Trumpet dealership buying his 1200GS, there
was a 75yo guy buying a Thruxton going on about racing it.
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Class. I'm firmly convinced that continuing to mess around with bikes
and generally behave like a hooligan keeps one young and in full
possession of marbles.

When I do finally cop it, they can bury me with a set of ignition keys
to my Ducati.

 

Let's just hope they don't need to start it up to give you a cardio
jump start....

 

On Wed, 13 Apr 2005 07:37:43 +0100,

Hippy buffday, that old fart.

--

Stan Stannard - Grimsby, UK


"Statto's evil twin"

ANORAK#01 BONY#57 UKRMSBC#01
Kawazaki ZZR1100D
"And now you know what's wrong with the curry!"

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, Beav amazed us all with this pearl of wisdom:

You mean you're older than that?

I had you down for about 17.

 

That isn't old, not in my book anyway. I've nobbed women older than
that.

Happy Birthday.

 

On Wed, 13 Apr 2005 07:37:43 +0100,

Happy frigging birthday.

 

Cousins of mine, down in Bristol in the 60s and 70s, knew the offspring of
Mr Berni Inns. One of the kids got himself a Lotus 7. By happenstance, he
drew up alongside his Dad in his Silver Shadow at traffic-lights. Smiling,
he flicked him the V, and tore off the lights. Of course, the 7 scampered
away for the first few yards, but very soon Dad came t-h-u-n-d-e-r-i-n-g
past him, happily returning the Vs, and still accelerating hard towards the
horizon.

 

Damn, that's old!

I'd wish you a happy one with lots of morris dancing
and no twisted ankles, but you're ignoring my emails,
so **** off.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember
(The Older Gentleman) saying
something like:

Young ****.

 

Happy birthday you old ****!

 

Well, since it was baby-Berni who told the tale against himself, it's
unclear whether it was [1] my Lotus 7 has no top end, [2] I wimped out, [3]
it was a good idea to let the old bugger win, [4] that Shadow does have some
welly [there's no substitute for cubic inches] after all or [5] all of the
preceding arguments is unclear.

I do know that, when seriously stamped on, that engine really could get a
move on, so am inclined to believe it. But agreed, it's not an ideal
vehicle in which to go rallying - other than the Peking-Paris variety.

 

Ha ha ha. You decrepit old fucker.

 

Happy Birthday.

--
John

SV650
Black it is
and naked

 

I think you've missed a number out there somewhere.

Happy birthday anyway, you old codger.

 

Tch. Kids today...