Joined Aug 2007
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Northamptonshire
You're all getting confused i've heard this one before,right let me tell you a story...
Once upon a time there was a lovely married couple who had matching helmets and leathers but they didn't have matching bikes,he had a brute of an Aprilia RSVR gleaming black with a hint of red underlined with white giving a perfect reflection and she had the perfect ladies bike a yamaha V Max in matt black with a subtle pink pin stripe around the edge of the tank (ok she is 6'2" and built like Arnie).
Well one morning after loading the bikes with over 20 KG's luggage,a 2 man touring tent and the remains of last nights final before we go away on holiday meal of a large 16" meat feast pizza with a side order of cheesy garlic bread and extra spicy potato wedges they hooked there legs over their respective bikes and then taking that final long loving stare at each other that lasted as long as their night of passion the previous night(about 60 seconds) and with a press of the thumbs the engines roared into life making dogs bark and howl from miles away.
As the gears were engaged and the clutch was released slowly,they both sped of down the road to travel where not many people have travelled before them......
Wales is such a lovely place to go with rolling hills,daffodils,sheep etc etc etc
Anyway back to the story they were cruising down the roads eating the miles swapping positions at regular intervals always keeping one eye out for that sneeky policeman hiding behind a tree,after a short stop of to eat a healthy mega truckers breakfast at the Cowfilly truckstop in Herfur Flidvill they continued on their journey slightly slower than before their breakfast but now with the sound of flatulance to compare to the rasping noise of the V twins.
Well this is where story comes to a climax,after many miles of butt numbing riding the wife slowly twisted the throttle on her V-max approaching the rear of her husbands gleaming Aprilia's rear end,He looked looked into his rear view mirror only to see the dark visor of his wifes helmet approaching at a butt clenching speed,well he had no choice but to clench his butt cheeks(it was that breakfast it had gone through him like a dose laxative)thats when it happened he couldn't hold on no longer and with a sudden explosion it happened and went everywhere over his beloved aprilia over his beloved wife following on her beloved V-max,well they had no choice but to pull over and stop to sort things out.
As they came to a halt she jumped off her beast rumaged through her top box and then went running over to her husband who was stood in a sea of brown around his feet and after giving him a big,big hug and handing him a packet of imodium and said never mind darling **** happens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well there you go because of my boredom you all know the story of what happened to the big hug.
Once upon a time there was a lovely married couple who had matching helmets and leathers but they didn't have matching bikes,he had a brute of an Aprilia RSVR gleaming black with a hint of red underlined with white giving a perfect reflection and she had the perfect ladies bike a yamaha V Max in matt black with a subtle pink pin stripe around the edge of the tank (ok she is 6'2" and built like Arnie).
Well one morning after loading the bikes with over 20 KG's luggage,a 2 man touring tent and the remains of last nights final before we go away on holiday meal of a large 16" meat feast pizza with a side order of cheesy garlic bread and extra spicy potato wedges they hooked there legs over their respective bikes and then taking that final long loving stare at each other that lasted as long as their night of passion the previous night(about 60 seconds) and with a press of the thumbs the engines roared into life making dogs bark and howl from miles away.
As the gears were engaged and the clutch was released slowly,they both sped of down the road to travel where not many people have travelled before them......
Wales is such a lovely place to go with rolling hills,daffodils,sheep etc etc etc
Anyway back to the story they were cruising down the roads eating the miles swapping positions at regular intervals always keeping one eye out for that sneeky policeman hiding behind a tree,after a short stop of to eat a healthy mega truckers breakfast at the Cowfilly truckstop in Herfur Flidvill they continued on their journey slightly slower than before their breakfast but now with the sound of flatulance to compare to the rasping noise of the V twins.
Well this is where story comes to a climax,after many miles of butt numbing riding the wife slowly twisted the throttle on her V-max approaching the rear of her husbands gleaming Aprilia's rear end,He looked looked into his rear view mirror only to see the dark visor of his wifes helmet approaching at a butt clenching speed,well he had no choice but to clench his butt cheeks(it was that breakfast it had gone through him like a dose laxative)thats when it happened he couldn't hold on no longer and with a sudden explosion it happened and went everywhere over his beloved aprilia over his beloved wife following on her beloved V-max,well they had no choice but to pull over and stop to sort things out.
As they came to a halt she jumped off her beast rumaged through her top box and then went running over to her husband who was stood in a sea of brown around his feet and after giving him a big,big hug and handing him a packet of imodium and said never mind darling **** happens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well there you go because of my boredom you all know the story of what happened to the big hug.
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