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by Kitch »
Dunno about sense of humour, but mine's definitely jealous.
Pulled into garage to fill up on my way to work.
Filled up, payed, spot two pretty hot girls pointing at my bike. (although one of them was wearing a Kawasaki jacket...)
Says "hi", turns out they've been racing at Three Sisters and had seen a few track Storms there. (bit tight and twisty if you ask me, but meh)
Gets my gear on, ready to go just as one of them has said the immortal line "I love how big V-Twins sound"
Push starter button, nothing. Starter motor makes a weak cough and bike sits there.
Girls smile politely, enquire if I need a push, then when I tell them its fine, get in their van and go.
Cheers for that, bike.
Once they've gone and I've looked at it in that "what can I hit with a hammer to make it go" kinda way, it starts first press...
*sigh*
Voted most likely to be found dead in park bushes following an act of autoerotic asphyxiation.