Had two lovely meets with three lovelier ladies at the end of last week (go figure) :twisted: which, combined with a 400+mile round trip on my bike left me feeling, er, well a bit knackered, truth be told.
So I went to my local friendly neighbourhood naturist club on Sunday evening. As you do. Thought a massage, sauna and bubble in the Jacuzzi would be just the thing – help me unwind and chill out! So far so good. Had enough of boiling me spuds and came to kicking out time so slipped into the leathers, and jumped on big Suzi to rock and roll home. Wind it up to “national speed limit†along the windy road home which is, for the most part, completely and gloriously unlit.
5 miles out and climbing a long slow hill I can see a row of headlights facing me – maybe 10 or more vehicles in a line along the road. Not sure if they're moving? Odd for a Sunday and such a quiet road. Headlights on bugs on visor meant not seeing all too clearly, but (slightly late in the day, it has to be said, must get new batteries!) I got a kind of 6th sense something was just not quite right. So I hit the brakes. And a good job I did.
Right across the road in front of me – in splendidly surreal darkness, was a pikey van – being pushed across the road to turn it round. And the headlights were a whole line of pikeys+vans all formed up ready for some mass moonlit flit. I came within 4 ft of T boning this fecking caravan, side-on in front of me. I almost ended up stuffed and mounted, like some bizarre moose-gone-wrong trophy, on display in the inside of some pikey van’s “loungeâ€.
And for my troubles I then got shouted at for being on the road by a line of blokes on the pavement, watching the evening’s entertainment. Unreasonably, I had wanted to get past. Silly me. Was only the A20 after all. Fortunately there was a dropped kerb, followed by a dropped gear or two and I narrowly resisted the temptation to go bowling for pedestrians as I decided it was not a party I cared to join.
Now I am not an intolerant person. I don’t care what your race, creed, colour or deviancy is, sexual or otherwise. Live an let live says I. But there is fair play and plain bloody lawless stupidity!
:x :x :x Geez!So there ya have it. Swinging is hazardous to your health. 2 days on I can laugh about it, but I was not a happy Al on Sunday! :x :shock:
:shock: :x p.s. All offers to cheer me up and help my get over the trauma gratefully received!
