cybercarl wrote: That's woman for you unless they are a biker themselves. the mind boggles.
(:-})
I feel that would take the enjoyment out of it though. I prefer riding alone cause I don't have to worry about exposing the people I'm with to my guts splattered over someones' windscreen. I ride incredibly differently when on my own than I do when I'm with other people, it's a chance to get away from everything and focus on a single task... If I had a missus who was a biker I'd be just as focused on making sure she was keeping up and being safe.. Because she'd no doubt insist on coming with
Slowly approaching the more bikes than birthdays achievement
Please explain to me how a Yellow Honda Hornet and a Matte Black Firestorm look, in any way, similar to each other.. 7 months on and I still don't understand[/quote]
Welcome
6ft 7" I hear they are hiring the dwarves
ready for "SNOW WHITE" this Christmas , you should
apply .
real men don't come under 6ft 10" & that's a fact !
Teach72 wrote:Please explain to me how a Yellow Honda Hornet and a Matte Black Firestorm look, in any way, similar to each other.. 7 months on and I still don't understand
Both had honda badges???[/quote]
and they both make brrrum brrrrum noises when you start them up..........
Welcome aboard bikernut - colour of bike? If I missed this blame the age,
Cheers, at the moment its a dark bluey green, looks tidy but i want it red, also thinking about having the Canadian flag put on its nose a la Triumph Daytona!
but gotta get er running first, certainly won't be out n about on her till next summer.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
bikernut43 wrote: the moment its a dark bluey green
Teal .
as i said.. i shall not be seen out on it this year
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.