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Originally Posted by Caminando
Points for...
well you tell me, cos I havent found any yet
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They don't lay awake a night thinking about what happens when the Bullet eats it's bottom end, the only car that stops to help contains four large blokes with machettes and a bale of opium and one of them obviously fancies you? When the bike throws it's toys out of the pram or the local mafia turns up, or the border is run by a bloke who hasn't had his leg over this century, the tour company earns it's money. It's a different sort of holiday, one that I've tried and would never reccomend unless people realise it's like going to Euro-Disneyland not Paris. Disneyland suits some people though, I think the only time I might have a problem is when some holiday maker thinks he's Ted Simon because he hired a Harley in Florida, but you get ****wits in any hobby.
One of my co-workers informed me on the last day at work before the holidays that I must have larger than average genitalia (or words to that effect) due to the fact I ride twelve miles a day through snow and ice. I wonder if I can now get a T-shirt proclaiming that I'm an "Extreme-Adventure-Commuter"
Andy
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