Son and I watched part of a trackday. Russians and Spaniards on the bikes. Lovely welcoming staff despite my faltering Spanish. Just to prove I was on hols here I am rocking some mad styles: socks AND sandals...and empty cases (I'm from south London innit) But often it's best to get back and hold that which is most dear to me...
Lambeth, I would have expected more from you, like asking one of the kind Spaniards for a road test. Oh, and get that bloody bike cleaned Glad you had a good couple of days. I'd love to do Almeria one day
Almeria looked utterly glorious, Gary! Big smiles on all those taking part. Proper trick bikes s1000's, an rsv4 etc and more slicks, go pros and tyre warmers than you could shake a stick at. And the bike's mint! How very dare you! And I'm going to Wales soon so what's the point?
HAHAHAHAHAHA! That one was specifically for you, Ken!!!!! My fave dog-chewed sandals and my fave 'house socks'. Devastating combination. I have to fight attractive women off with an enormous dirty stick when I'm wearing them. Sort of.
The point is, if a Welshman sees something that furry, well....the consequences aren't worth thinking about!
Almeria gave me the willies! Too dusty & very technical for my limited ability; fast straight though if that floats yer boat. I keep seeing pics of bikes in houses but my good lady is having non of it. I have a cool Triumph Thruxton which would look great next to the TV.
I resent that, Ken. The bike is clean. Clean I tell you! And, Swiss, the bike isn't there permanently. Only whilst on hols. Looks gleaming there though, like a big pet. The dog snoozes leaning against the back tyre.
What can I say, you can take the man out of South London (normally in an ambulance if it’s after dusk) but you can’t take South London out of the man.
How very bloomin' dare you, David! I am so incensed at your generalisation of South Londoners that I am tempted to dip into my well-stocked automatic weapons cellar and machete pantry and come after you. Wait a minute...
You’re right to take a breath, for a start your going north of the river, and us country bumpkins, we play with proper guns! Having revisited your first post, whilst I really appreciate the aesthetics of the rear end of a blade, mate, your rear end just aint doing it for me. But if the the one in three principle is true, 486.3 members might be asking for your phone number. Oh, and L was asking what I am chuckling at, so I showed her your sandals, any street cred you had just evaporated friend. One last thing, we are loving eating your smoked garlic even if everyone we know isn’t.
Leave me alone. My sandals render me irresistible to women, David. They froth and pant when I wear the sandal/sock combo. And get your mitts off my 'gift'. Get your own. Wait a minute...
