Thursday, June 11, 2009
The Replacement Crew
"But, you always come over for T.T. week.."
"Sorry hon, no can do. Some of the lads have lost their jobs this year. Still, the Missus' and me are coming over for the Grand Prix in August, aren't we?
(Whining) "Seven years on the trot you and the lads have come - it just won't be the same."
(For those of you who know me, you'll be aware my best mate's big bruv' always turfs up annually with a bunch of his biker mates to bunk down in the "shed". And for those of you who don't know me, rest assured the shed is not as bad as it sounds, it's fully kitted out with bunk beds, electricity, Sky TV, and a fully operational kitchen.
It's virtually written in stone - they ALWAYS come over for the super bike races.)
"Hey, that reminds me, I have a mate who is coming over with a bunch of his buddies, is it okay if I tell them to look you up? He's heard about all the wheelies by your drive, and he was wondering if you would mind if they camped out up there for a race or two? They'll be on their best behaviour.."
"Nah, s'pose not." (Still pouting.) Yeah, well okay, I guess so - but just make sure they give me a bit of warning first, okay?"
And so it was that I found seven different bikers perched out on my doorstep yesterday. They arrived just before the roads closed around 9am, and due to several delays, they were shut in with us until the early evening. It was a beautiful sun-shining day, they had brought along their own food and beverages, and just as Andy had promised, they also turned out to be on their bestest of best behaviour. Better still, each and every one of them had arrived riding their very own impressive bikes - even Andy's mate's girlfriend, the drop dead gorgeous Tiffany, came riding on her own.
As it turns out, she is not only beautiful on the outside, that girl has a heart of gold! When she learned Andy and his friends have NEVER taken their bikes along (being as how they much prefer to drink and to spectate than to ride machinery on the week they come over), she very graciously offered to lend me her "lid" today, so's I could ride pillion with none other than with one of their own, the venerable "Racy Rodger". He and his friends escorted me over the mountain route this morning.
(Which, oopsie, has no speed limit).
OH MY GOD!!
I have never wrapped my thighs so tightly around a man in my life. He took it easy on me (only'cos it was windy mind) and reluctantly slowed to 120mph.
Oh, look out for those hair pin bends - yikes!! (I squeezed my arms around him hard enough to puncture a lung.)
It's a tad scary being glued to the seat of a rocket.
I haven't had so much fun in months (even tho' it bruised certain delicate parts of my anatomy). What a way to see the island.. ach, it's been well worth it, 'tis but (if you pardon the pun) a small price to pay, walking about bandy-legged for the next day or so.
Ah, don't panic, I'm only messing about in my drive here.. I'm not insured nor safe enough to be let loose on my own on the road (yet). Yup, you heard me, nodding. If Tiffany can do it, why can't I? I just LOVE biking - I want one!! She's advised me to start small, get a Scooter first, then work up to my biker licence. Hell, it makes sense to me. Think of all the places I can access without having to first park up the Tardis!
So Andy, me mate (assuming you are reading this) you'd best beware my old friend, this here younger, prettier crew you sent along may well go and usurp you in future years, take heed! (Ha, you think I jest?) Seven bloomin' years I've been waiting for you to take me over that mountain - less than two days it took for your replacements to get there. Best buck up or watch your back, I'm serving notice!
I can't wait to tell hubby about the Scooter..um, oh yeah, he's in the Middle East right now - hmmn, ah well maybe I should just up and surprise him, eh? What do you think? (Giggle).