'ere. I just remembered something that happened yesterday that I think truly illustrates how different we, as bikers, are from the hoi polloi. Mrs Ken was sat working at the computer as I was getting ready to go out on the MAG event. I tucked my helmet under my arm and leaned down to kiss her goodbye, and it was such a twee, family moment. What separated it from Terry and June was as I walked away she murmered from the keyboard 'Be careful, enjoy yourself and warm your tyres up'. See, We're a different breed.
I'd get the kiss ken and be careful , but (never) warm them tyres up, your missus must really care! Lol
Nah, Mrs Ken don't have to consider nothing with that regard. She knows off by heart how long a cruise she can have over my rotting bones.