another perfectly good motorcycle ruined.......

Friday, 9 July 2010


..........booked a day off work, up early, when you get up early your body-clock wakes you up at the same time anyway, walk the boy's, breakfast and in the shed, looks like a bomb's gone off, tool's everywhere, i clean up, put the allen keys back in their holder, socket set away, sweep up and get ready for a bit-of-an-epic, no sign of the postie, dangerous arrives, we are edgy, i make a brew, dangerous is milling away on rob-racing-lines-mates top-yoke, dogs start barking, sure sign of postman in 'de hairea', he looks stunned as i ask him if he has a parcel for number 42, [my ma's, can't risk the boy's chewing up my coil'], 'yes', he stammers, 'thats for me duck' i say, sign his paperwork, rip open the jiffy bag, bolt it on and.......... nothing.............................

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