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| 1: The start of the saga | 2: Rebel without a clue | 3: Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! | ||
| 4: Back in LA... | 5: Night run to Cal-Neva. | 6: Tape 47 | ||
Part 2: Rebel without a clue
(in which the Funkraum attempts a deed most dire)
The Funkraum's post (content in blue) replying to a post from Paul (red):
Paul Duffin wrote:
I was riding the Monster down a country lane this morning (not quite a
'both wing mirrors in the hedges' road, but tight enough that in a car
you have to put a wheel off the road if you meet someone coming the
other way), I turned into a blind corner and found some idiot in a white
van (god help us all) backing up (in my lane, and at some speed)!!!.
Locked up the front wheel, panic set in, let go of the brake lever and
managed to steer into the gap beside him, only to be faced (not
surprisingly) with an oncoming car. Flicked it back over and slalomed
between the two (no doubt with the guy coming the other way thinking
what a dangerous arsehole I was).
Glad the Duke's a big twin, so I could blame the shakes on the engine.
Point being (apart from just needing to get it off my chest) If I'd been
in the Red Car there would have been no where to go, and I might have
been typing this from a Hospital bed.
Let's be careful out there. You never can tell what's round the next
bend - you really can't.
Damn ! Damn !! Damn !!!
I knew I shouldn't have sent a Ferret to do a Weasel's job ! And I
told him to use a Landrover for the reversing as well...
"MATRON ! Isn't it cocoa time yet ?!"
<sound of Mutley sniggering from under the bed>
"QUIET Mutley ! Or I'll have Matron cut the rest of your tail off ! I
don't know what you are sniggering about - How could you miss him when
he was coming straight toward you ?"
<mumbles quietly to self while gnawing at straps on the jacket>
'Acchh
have these people any idea how long it takes to type posts with your
nose...'
"MATRON!!!!!"