december 27th, this time last year and britain was gripped by sub-zero temperatures, we were in the depth of a winter that was as cold as living memory could remember, december 27th this year see's dangerous and me hooning around the village on his tt replica, no tax, no mot, no insurance, at least dangerous is suitably attired, i'm wearing shorts, con's and a hooded sweatshirt, the bonny sounds lovely, crisper than a bag of walkers, the pipes barking and that induction noise that just say's 'triumph', i make my third lap and an old geezer with trekking poles turn's to look what the row is all about, i'm ready to give him the english and instead he gives me the thumbs up, priceless, we swap over and dangerous is ripping round like a twat, the grin on his face speaks volumes, i love motorcycles me.......
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