My mate picked up his brand spanking Triumph Rocket III Touring last week. It is quite large and a little bigger than he is used to. So all of the guys in the office who ride, went out to collect it with him and escort him back safely.
He didn't know we were going to meet him there either and the rufty tufty chap had a little tear in his eye. So did one of the other blokes who gave him a lift in his car, as he was the only one without a bike
(rides a viffer)
That's one of the things I have always enjoyed about the whole biking thing, the community spirit
