Got in on Sat afternoon, not off to a good start as the bagasse handlers managed to put a serious dent in one of my Trax boxes, I didn't manage that even dropping the bike on to it. Then I get home and notice the other one is dented on the underside and the Arrow's can in my soft case has dents in it too. :evil:
After a few hours of being polite and husband like I couldn't stand it any longer and went out to the garage. Everything looking good, fires up first kick, brakes good, time to go for a quick run, just to put some fresh petrol through her dear :wink:
Running good and starting to get the feel of the Roadie again, then sombre Muppet in a BMW X5 comes straight through a red light at me, thank God the Roadie can be flicked.
Fresh juice and I decide to take the country road back. Tootling round a nice bend I come across a brace of young grouse. One decides to take off across the road a they usually do which I'm prepared for. The second one decides that's much too obvious and does a sharp right hander straight at me. Wallop, smacks straight into my left shoulder and arm.
Reflexes must have kicked in as I managed to duck (no pun intended) to the right and let go of the left side of the bars. Jeez those things are solid, closest I can compare it to was being hit by a cricket ball at full tilt. Managing to stay upright till I could stop was a blessing but I was really p'd off to find the grouse had survived a well and was nowhere to be seen. He's for the put if I catch up with him :wink:
Not the best of starts to my leave :roll:
I guess it's a classic 'duck or grouse' story... But i prefer a different kind of game bird when i fancy a ride.
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