SCARED I will tell you SCARED
Scare,,, Scare,,, I will tell you Scared…
I was happily walking down the road, when I heard the unmistakable sound of a large TWIN “thump-thump-thump” glancing over my shoulder I saw a Harley Davidson Glide special, the way the evening sun bouncing off all that chrome like some dancing nymph. the leather tassel things on the bars was intoxicating almost erotic, This was indeed a special HD in two tone blue flake and that lush cream color.
As the bike slowly rumbled past me the rider glance briefly over his stylish jean sawn-off jacket, he had that look on his chiseled face “you know that look” like as proud as a Chave carrying a stolen TV ! The Hog chapter rider had all the Harley Bling including all the delightful Orange wear, bandana / chaps,/ big boots and that strange long chain coming out the side pocket “what is that chain for” ?
Any way… the bike rumbled past , and for a fleeting second I imagined my self-cruising down some STRIGHT road with mirrored foster grants, feet up leaning back,, Singing” BORN TO BE WIL—A A A A --I---D ,,, !
Then..ahhhhhh :WTF: am I thinking,,, Scared – scared, I almost shit myself… what am I thinking you fool. ahhh that was close!!!!! JEEEZ.
I dropped the tesco bags promptly rushed home, uncovered the Ducati, and vowed to her to never- ever think of betraying all that is fun about FAST bikes, sweeping roads slapping up and down the gears, getting that crisp little speed wheelie out of a bend, whilst shouting in my helmet (that’s skid lid SNEV skid lid) I’m Guy martin and the reincarnation of Barry sheene, all in one blistering fast loud screaming skidding speed freak….. go go …