When I was on the hunt for the half dead igniter, she had a Scandinavian name. Dis Fokinting. When the igniter jumped from right to left deadness, a man's name seemed more appropriate - Hugh Mud R. Fokker.
When all was well, Miss November seemed good, for she graced a Triumph calendar on that month
Now if the road salt would wash away,
maybe I can ride her one of these days within the next eon or so, I may even call her Lesro Beech.
With a name like Miss November, I thought it would be fitting to get a WW2 style pinup girl
airbrushed on to the tank, so I said to my wife, "How about
a picture of you but with Angelina Jolie's body."
Married life scoreboard, Woops # 413 ...
