Has a bit of a lay-down last easter-time; nice casual
ride near Southport, heading towards Blackpool, lovely day, girl riding pillion, music playing (Elvis!!). SSaw two plastic rice-burning rockets coming up fast behing, weaving thru traffic so moved over and waved them thru. Noce wave of acknowledgement form the first as he roared past, the second (green Kawasaki Z600) came by pointing at my America as though someting wrong - normally a good thing to do I,m sure you will agree, however he failed to see the keep left bollard on the island in the middle of the road - hit it and
came down right in from of me - NOWHERE TO GO!! - I ploughed
into the thing like Mike Tyson hitting a featherweight - bits
of plastic and footpegs everywhere - his not mine!! - Bit of
supoerficial dameg to the America - even the mirrors and indicators survived and the MP-3 was still playing!! - rode
back home (some 40-odd) miles not knowing I had a broken thumb - did notice clutch was a ****** to operate tho, gilr got away with a few scrapes and bruises - ruinged a new pair
of red leather trousers of hers tho,
Never thought it would be another bike to take me out, ever,
maybe a blind, braille-drivig Volvo driver, just shows you
never can tell...
