As soon as I got on the A1M I had a premonition that all was not well, just a light drizzle but I had that feeling, you know? The car in front was a Toyota. In the way? Naturally. But it's driver was dry, the heater was on, the stereo playing some catchy tune and I'm positive his hand was up his girlfriend's skirt. And there's me - cold, damp, visor getting hard to see through and wondering what the hell I'm playing at!
Now after a hot bath (leathers etc stuffed in the airing cupboard), a glass of vino and some blues playing in the background, life's getting okay again. Four wheels makes sense, two wheels doesn't. So why am I so obsessed with bikes?
Okay rant over but expect better committment from the Massive leadership in future, ahem. Bleedin' wusses!
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