cans, who needs em?!

took the remus's (remi?) off today for an autosol session and couldnt resist a blast sans cans. What joy! there was a harley bunch riding in malvern today and the bearded wonders truly did not know what hit them! hahaha!
Apologies to the locals...

Alex.
ps didge thats autosol not anusol.

pps Mr lee superlight monstershop chap, many thanks for the hoses, I tried pming you but your box runneth over!

Hurrah, anything to make those silly buggers take note of anything else except their own sad existance is good in my book

The statement above makes reference to only those Harley riders that are intent on being bad, when they're not really, but are anyway... you get me?

[Paranoid Dave]

I actually like harley's. the genuine sort that are loved by the owner, ridden for miles and 'customised'. But customising does not mean pointing at the pages of the screaming eagle catalogue in front of the salesman at the local HD dealers.
I've seen a few too many of the immaculate jacket, matching chaps, open lid for him and her type weekend chapter members on machines they couldn't care about. just head to the local dealers on a saturday if you want a laugh, they are everywhere :lol:

true HOG riders tho should be respected just like all other bikers, nice people most of them.

och aye! these were A-B social class, bolt on ride to live types. Not Arlen ness beautys. Im sure they were fine folk. The ting is one of the nice things about hogs is the effortless bellowing exhaust note- they were a tad suprised to hear similar from old europe 600cc upstart and not good ole milwauke Iron! some fine fillys perched on the back too...hmmm..nice clean girls........
lexy "too young to..hang on..err too fast to live too young to..?? whats my motivation again?"

I remember, some time last year I took the cans off for a bit o' polishing. The Monstro was sat on his paddock & I thought MMmm wonder wot he sounds like uncanned. Windows rattled, little birds fell out o' trees, kiddies ears bled, owd biddies were waiting for the Air-Raid siren. 's like a flock o' Spitfires going over it was.


F**KIN' BRILL:twisted: :twisted: :twisted:

hoho, couldnt not try it out.. I had to go for a quick spin around malvern got a big thumbs up from some nippers (Bless) in the back of an escort and approving nods from various cool old duffers reliving their halcyon triton/vincent youth...ok theyve turned into ramblers but they werent complaining!

Hooray for loud bikes!!!

Yeah I reckon most Harley Riders are fine chaps and chapettes, it's the specific criminal/nasty element I'm on about (I think), who I've had the displeasure in meeting on a few occasions through an ex. "Oh but he's a real sweety". "Yes love, but that bloke just got kicked in the face with his boot, your 'sweety' doesn't look so sweet to me!".

... actually I'll stop now, it just winds me up

yeah, some of the h a mob. pricks. Some women (well, dippy girls) are quite impressed with that kind of thing......
lexy.
I'm of to terrorise a village in a truly british 1950's biking manner! I will scrump some apples, steal a pie as it cools on a windowsill, make a saucy remark, say "up yer bum" to the vicar, some a few "ciggies" and then when old pc plod arrives I shall throw down some marbles to aid my gettaway! cripes! should that fail I shall attach bedsprings to my boots and leap over a hedge! what larks eh readers!!!!

[spacemonkey]

I thought you weren't allowed to partake in these antics just yet???!

shh! it were just local like!!

[spacemonkey]

They'd all be too busy playing banjos to notice...

I think I drowned out the banjos....anway she s in pieces being cleaned n painted at the momento -slurp- vin rouge.

Tha yerbmeister, as da kidz say