So I rounded out my 31st with the perfect finaly of a weeks worth of self induced injury!!! Managed to hit a patch of leaves on my race up the Claremont to the ridge... a fucker on a Suzuki with road cases peeled past me and I, naturally, in my somewhat inebriated state took the bait... little did I know, as I suspect he did, that he following curve was blind, and sharp enough for me to take the outside as to avoid a head on... but... therefore... NOT the wet pile of leaves. Thanks to the nice lady in a Volvo with gauze pads and another biker with a pen's worth of emergency duct tape and I was back on my way to the ridge... trailing oil and cursing all nerds who ride NEW sport bikes in dirt bike gear, matching road suit and helmet and all... fucking wankers... I'll take my 74' 750-4 and beaten leather any day over the motorcycle equivelent of fly fishing waders and suspendees!
Luckily nothing that a spare magneto cover and some bactine can't take care of..........and the DEMON rides again HA, HA, HA,HA