Aug 28
Rivalry
I’m sitting at lights when the poppa-poppa of a Harley behind me makes me look round. Sitting astride is Squaddie, grinning at me.
“I heard you were out and about. Nice legs…”
The lights change and he rumbles off into the distance, I catch him at the next junction.
“I thought the bike was meant to be fast?”
“Not on the open road, mate!”
“You working Monday day shift?”
“Yup.”
“I’m on the motorbike response unit. Bet you a fiver I beat you to the jobs.”
We shake on it, his leather gloves in my fingerless mitts.
He takes off in a roar of exhaust fumes.
August 28th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
Ok, so two observations spring to mind……………………….
1. “poppa-popppa” for a HARLEY? that is like saying that Halley Berry is ‘passable, I supppose’!
2. Squaddie is obviously blind. I’ve seen your legs……….. the therapy sessions are going well, thanks.
August 28th, 2009 at 6:33 pm
He must be heading up here to the Harley weekend in Aviemore/
August 28th, 2009 at 7:29 pm
Every Harley I’ve ever had the pleasure to ride has gone Blubbada-blubbbada-blub-blub-blubbada…
August 31st, 2009 at 2:44 pm
Did you win your bet?
(Enquiring Moose Would Like To Know.)
3:O)>
Cadbury
September 8th, 2009 at 9:26 pm
[…] “I think you’ll find you owe me a fiver.” […]
September 9th, 2009 at 11:12 am
(Applause)
Nicely done, sir!
3:O)>
Cadbury.