A True Story

[Lonestalker]

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A friend of mine was a dispatch rider for the Reuters News Agency in London. Whilst await his next job in the riders lounge one of his colleagues came in; his leathers shredded, his helmet crushed, blood streaming and tears coursing down his face. All he could say was “ I’ve scratched me new forks “ . . . .
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[Nana]

Now that's a real rider!

 

[Lonestalker]

Think I'd be running home to mummy . . . . (Or limping)

 

[Bikerbozo]

Nothing a little warm beer at the local Pig & Thistle won't solve.

 

[Trent]

Along with some bubble and squeak!! Eh Bozo?!