Monday, 1 December 2008

Motorbikin'





Yesterday we skeedaddled up to Birmingham to the Motorcycle show and see the latest on two wheels. I have a terrible conscience about encouraging the boy and his interest in bikes, but hopefully when he sees me fall off and hurt myself he will see the folly of my ways and decide not to tread in my footsteps. Naturally I don't regard buying him a copy of Nick Sanders book about riding round the world is in any way encouragement. Umm

Of course there were lots of exciting things to see and do. We tried out all the bikes for size...so I know that you need to be a chimpanzee to ride a Harley, and a midget to ride a Buell, unless you get the long wheel base version! The boy seems to favour shiny new Chinese bikes...which I think is sensible since they will dominate his world, and we both loved the Triumphs. We giggled over the sign on the Chinese bike which warned us not be touched on the muffler..something everyparent should teach their offspring.

I'm still saving for my KTM, although was distracted by the thought of a Royal Enfield, which is little changed after fifty years, though these days enjoys a made in India tag.

We agreed that we would get two bikes and ride them to see Grandma in Cyprus. How we reconcile that with our agreement that the boy will not have a bike until he's 25, I do not know.

Disappointingly, neither of us enjoyed the promotional girls...all of whom looked erm well err rough and not in a good way. I think I did the right thing at least in saying to the boy that if he was going to look at them to not do it furtively...better to have these thing in the open.

And finally (depending on how Blogger decides to layout the blog...I just don't know how to get things positioned at certain points in the text...) the most exciting thing EVER was the Wall of Death. Noisy, smelly, fast and furious. And enough to scare the living daylights out of the four year old standing next to us.
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4 comments:

  1. Laughed at the "not be touched on the muffler". I just love these foreign translations.

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  2. I understood very little of that, is that what you hear when I talk about shoes ?

    How bizarre is that I was meant to take The Beautiful Son there after rugby (it's a lot nearer for me) but I've been poorly and we didn't go.

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  3. Glad it's not just me having trouble with bloody Blogger! Mind you, your layout seemed fine. As for the bikes...

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  4. Yes, I'm very protective of my muffler Rosiero

    AG that would have been so funny to have bumped into you. You'll have to travel south to the London show in January and we can spend the day talking about torque, slipper clutches, disc brakes and Norton Commandoes...

    Dotterel...I'm so frustrated by Blogger as I'm normally pretty sharp with these things! And bikes, yes...

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