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10-08-08, 09:20 PM
Well - it might have made a more interesting film to watch. ;)
My beautiful Blade was sold and collected this evening.:(
They came, they saw, they started up and ooohed and ahhed over the gorgeous rumble and paintwork... and agreed it really was blue. ;)
Lots of bits of paper with pictures of the Queen came into my grubby little hands (hey, I had just got in from mucking out and bedding down the horse :rolleyes:) as a tax disc, V5 and MOT left them.
I waved bye bye and then stood in the kitchen with my eyes shut whilst they revved away... just listening to that fantastic sound and remembering it reverberating at 157 down the home straight of the Nurburgring.
That was it.
Over.
Finished.
Finito.
Till I got a phone call 30 minutes later that he's run out of petrol and has discovered that Northamptonshire is mostly miles of Feck all, oh yeah, and his wife can't follow a SatNav and she is lost somewhere looking for a petrol station!
So, another 20 minutes go by as he pushes his bike to the nearest house and rings me back with a road number... check on multimap and find he's barely 6 miles out of town.:rolleyes: So I say I'll be along in a bit with some petrol.
Off I trot down to the first pertol station...
... now I don't have a jerry can at home. Don't particularly need one when both my bikes have a reserve tank.:mrgreen: In I go = they are out of stock of cans. :roll:
Well - there's another station half a mile away so off I bimble.
So, Texaco have failed me but BP with their big forcourt shop won't let me down...
... will they?
Oh hell yes - they appear to be out of stock too.
Right then - turn around, head back into town to the nearest Shell garage.
:cheers: Yay - the plastic fantasic is there, promptly filled with lovely smelly fuel... along with my bike. ;)
Off I toddle back out of town into the dark and dismal sticks of Northamptonshire and find him parked up with his missus (now found) sitting in the car. Have a bit of a chat - they decide to head back into Northampton and then take the motorway back home rather than trust to her sense of mis-direction. :p
So fueled up and I have to go through seeing my (ex)bike rumbling out of my life yet again :( , only this time I follow them...
... and about halfway back they make an unexpected turn...
... off to the left. Completely the wrong direction, leaving the main road I'd told them to stay on. So, what do I do...
... shake my head and carry my sweet way home. Now sitting here waiting for another phone call saying that they're now lost in the middle of Bedfordshire and have run out of petrol again.
It's pity I'll be off to bed soon.:twisted:
My beautiful Blade was sold and collected this evening.:(
They came, they saw, they started up and ooohed and ahhed over the gorgeous rumble and paintwork... and agreed it really was blue. ;)
Lots of bits of paper with pictures of the Queen came into my grubby little hands (hey, I had just got in from mucking out and bedding down the horse :rolleyes:) as a tax disc, V5 and MOT left them.
I waved bye bye and then stood in the kitchen with my eyes shut whilst they revved away... just listening to that fantastic sound and remembering it reverberating at 157 down the home straight of the Nurburgring.
That was it.
Over.
Finished.
Finito.
Till I got a phone call 30 minutes later that he's run out of petrol and has discovered that Northamptonshire is mostly miles of Feck all, oh yeah, and his wife can't follow a SatNav and she is lost somewhere looking for a petrol station!
So, another 20 minutes go by as he pushes his bike to the nearest house and rings me back with a road number... check on multimap and find he's barely 6 miles out of town.:rolleyes: So I say I'll be along in a bit with some petrol.
Off I trot down to the first pertol station...
... now I don't have a jerry can at home. Don't particularly need one when both my bikes have a reserve tank.:mrgreen: In I go = they are out of stock of cans. :roll:
Well - there's another station half a mile away so off I bimble.
So, Texaco have failed me but BP with their big forcourt shop won't let me down...
... will they?
Oh hell yes - they appear to be out of stock too.
Right then - turn around, head back into town to the nearest Shell garage.
:cheers: Yay - the plastic fantasic is there, promptly filled with lovely smelly fuel... along with my bike. ;)
Off I toddle back out of town into the dark and dismal sticks of Northamptonshire and find him parked up with his missus (now found) sitting in the car. Have a bit of a chat - they decide to head back into Northampton and then take the motorway back home rather than trust to her sense of mis-direction. :p
So fueled up and I have to go through seeing my (ex)bike rumbling out of my life yet again :( , only this time I follow them...
... and about halfway back they make an unexpected turn...
... off to the left. Completely the wrong direction, leaving the main road I'd told them to stay on. So, what do I do...
... shake my head and carry my sweet way home. Now sitting here waiting for another phone call saying that they're now lost in the middle of Bedfordshire and have run out of petrol again.
It's pity I'll be off to bed soon.:twisted: