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marcella
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riding a bike i mean! i took my two youngest lads scrambling yesterday, i spent the journey describing throttle and clutch action to the youngest (tony) and he sat in the car squeezing and twisting his imaginery controls with his tongue hanging out and his face screwed up with concentration. By the time we reached the track he assured me he was competent enough to pilot a small commercial airliner (b0x1 BRING IT ON)
we stood and watched some of the bigger lads zooming round the circuit and it was plain to see he was itching for a go, so a mate brought this little honda mt5 dirt bike (a bit shagged out) but quick enough for a giggle. I was checking the brakes and the clutch while tony zipped up his leathers with his left hand and tried to fasten his helmet with his right ,he was so fired up it looked like he was body poppin at the same time??
he sat on the machine and whilst i was trying to explain the slippy conditions he had kicked it into life "Whoa!" i said "remember the throttle bl4hbl4h " before i could finish he shot off like a scalded cat, he got to the first corner with the bike screaming its arse off and turned the handlebars like a steering wheel, hup and over the bars and face first into the mud!!
the chin of his helmet proved a fine icecream scoop as it shovelled the mud up around his ears .it was like a visit to the moviesp0pc0rn41 , i think there was a patch of jacket at the back that was mud free but the rest of him was caked in filth.
so thats him indoctrinated into the skillfull art road butting, first and last i hope, were all looking forward to the next time.
we stood and watched some of the bigger lads zooming round the circuit and it was plain to see he was itching for a go, so a mate brought this little honda mt5 dirt bike (a bit shagged out) but quick enough for a giggle. I was checking the brakes and the clutch while tony zipped up his leathers with his left hand and tried to fasten his helmet with his right ,he was so fired up it looked like he was body poppin at the same time??
he sat on the machine and whilst i was trying to explain the slippy conditions he had kicked it into life "Whoa!" i said "remember the throttle bl4hbl4h " before i could finish he shot off like a scalded cat, he got to the first corner with the bike screaming its arse off and turned the handlebars like a steering wheel, hup and over the bars and face first into the mud!!
the chin of his helmet proved a fine icecream scoop as it shovelled the mud up around his ears .it was like a visit to the moviesp0pc0rn41 , i think there was a patch of jacket at the back that was mud free but the rest of him was caked in filth.
so thats him indoctrinated into the skillfull art road butting, first and last i hope, were all looking forward to the next time.