Two on the same day

8.15 am today. 'My' lane of the A38 is backed up with traffic creeping
forwards towards the A40 roundabout, the oncoming lane is almost empty. I
pull carefully out to filter past the cages, making sure as I always do that
there's at least one identifiable space for me to pull into if a vehicle
suddenly appears in the oncoming lane.

Three or four places ahead a cage pulls obligingly towards the kerb as
drivers sometimes do, so I pull out again and move forwards. A lorry
appears oncoming so I go to duck into the space provided by the cage but
when I get there, it pulls sharply to the right again and my space
disappears. I stop astride the white line and the lorry thunders past.

I look into the cage just as it starts forwards again. The driver has both
hands off the wheel and is brushing some sort of make-up over her face.
After a few moments she sees me staring at her. I shake my head and she
gives me a "What? WHAT?!" sort of look.

4.30pm. On the way home I'm following a line of traffic at 20mph or so,
holding the high point of the road. A young lad on a moped (complete with
'L' plates) undertakes me, cuts across in front of me and overtakes the car
in front of me, then zooms off in te oncoming lane, all whilst eating a Big
Mac held in his left hand.

Just thought I'd share.

 

You must live in utopia, it happens every fifty fucking yards sometimes.

Last Friday was unbelievable, every 100 yards or so.

But mostly, it's not too bad.


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Nige, 'That's not my name'

Range Rover Td6 Vogue
BMW K1200S (off soon)
Suzuki GSX-R1000 K3
Focus ST3 (off soon)
Audi A3 Cab
BMW F800GS

 

Darwin will take care of that little wanker. I'll wage he had his shit
white trainers on the rear pegs, cos he thinks it's more sportsbike-
like...

 

Beat me to it.

 

Hmm... now you put it that way... *

But we were approaching a roundabout.

 

undertakes me, cuts across in front of me and overtakes the car
in front of me, then zooms off in te oncoming lane, all whilst eating
a Big
Mac held in his left hand.

I rather admire that... respect is due !

 

Top lad.

If a lad on a moped was able to do that, you must have been riding like
a fucking granny.

 

Making progress. Truly fast food.
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Coming back from Frankfurt on the Z200, I waved goodbye to Mups at Maidstone
services, kicked out the rear pegs, and assumed the position. Down on the
tankbag, left hand on the stanchion, boots on the rears, and stayed like
that for the next 160 miles, apart from a fuel stop at Reading. At an
eardrum-concussing 70-ish mph.

 

Oi, there's nothing pikey about google groups.

Especially for itinerants like me.

Cheers,

Paul.

 

I often drape my boots over the rear pegs on sports bikes when I'm
doing a long motorway journey, purely to relax the pressure on my knees.

 

Heh. When I bought my Bandit 600 I drove back from the garage through
Macclesfield towards Liverpool. A young lad on a retro scooter was
zipping in and out like a loon, and I kept blatting past him. At
every single light he caught up and zoomed through *just* as the
lights were turning green. Every fucking time. I gave up in the end
and kept to a steady 30 and let him zoom off. I like to think I have
gotten better at judging lights.

 

Oh, come on, who hasn't done that at some point in their riding career?

 

<Looks embarrassed>

Some of us still do.

Most recently, on a certain Honda 125 being ridden back from
Kidderminster.

 

Don't bet on it. I used to do stuff like that when I had a ped and I'm
still here.

 

He'd have been going faster if he wasn't on his break from delivering pizza.

 

You've dribbled down your cardigan again, grandad.

 

Never assume, it makes your donkey mine, or something.

"What is that weird fucker wanting? Where's my phone, I'm calling the
cops."

You slow fucker.

 

A bang on the roof of the car often helps... Brakes slam on and
hilarious results with the face paint!

I got quite good at trundling alongside idiots using their phones - if
the window was open, a quick flick had the phone out of their hand and
somewhere down under their feet.

 

Why would you want to do that, surely that makes
you just as dangerous, if not more so, than them?