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

Sunday, 12 December 2010

nobby and big geoff, location is nobby's backyard in long eaton, we were getting the chop ready to take it up to liverpool to meet some irish lad's who had seen the advert in back street heroes, i hired a van and me, nob and his brother paul went up to liverpool to meet the overnight ferry from ireland, we were tooled up with baseball bats and knives, it was a right culture shock, dawn over the dock's, just a porta-cabin, nowhere to even get a cup of tea, we watched the ferry back onto the dock, fuck me, the whole club had made the journey over the water, they stood on the back of the boat looking down at us, seemed like an eternity as we waited, they were mob handed, at least ten lad's against our three, 'you nobby', 'yeah. that's me', 'wheres the bike?', 'you got the money?', ' aye, we got the money', remember this is the time of the troubles, they are a right crew, rough as fuck, i open the doors on the hired transit and we wheel the chop out, it's so low we have to lift it onto the wooden scaffolding plank to get it out, ''foookin 'elll', ' that's sweet lad, i need a ride', ' fuck off' says nobby, i want to die, my bum does a twitchy thing, i'm about to shit myself, we are going to die and be thrown to the fishes in fucking liverpool, ' i'll take you on the back', says nob, 'ok big maaaan', this giant gets on the back of the chop and nob bends forward and starts the bike, four open pipes barking and they are gone down the cobbled dock road, the bike is slithering from side to side as it fights for traction, they are wearing no helmets and i can hear the monster on the back shrieking like a girl, 'pay the man boy's', they get the cash out from their pockets, bags and even socks, we shake hands and watch them board the ferry with the bike, what happened to snw 628r?, ed, stuka, any ideas?

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