Don't believe a word of it - Paul dragged us through Birmingham to get to the showroom, was quicker off his America than Ussain Bolt on steroids and by the time Simon and I had a cigarette outside and a quick look at the shop window - Paul's eyes were already the size of dinner plates and I did detect a slight sliver of drool while he was sat on the rocket with a salesman in tow!
Mind you Simon was on a rocket touring before I'd put my ciggy out.
Although I'll confess - I did have a sit on one but it would appear I require to grow my arms a bit, but I did like one of the ST 1050's there as a replacement for my daytona. Although instead of lack of arms the pair of them thought I had lack of age to go for one of them.
Unfortunately though, some of us in the NHS don't earn as much as nurses
Enjoy your new steed though Paul, it did look a fine motorsickle!
I'll haave to post the pics from that trip to the National Motorcycle museum though!
