New bike (well, almost)

Just got my motorbike back from the menders. After the little prang I had with the twit who u-turned without looking, plus the damage cause by it blowing over in the freak winds of February, the poor thing was looking a bit tatty and had more things dangling from it that Dan Dangler, winner of the All England Dangling Championships for the past forty years.

Not any more though. Looks like a new bike. Even the mileage has been reset (new speedo). True to form, another car driving numpty tried to smear me across the road as they did a left turn with no signals. Luckily my wits hadn't deserted me and I managed to avoid another crash. I don't know if it's just me but there seem to be more idiots on the road these days - AND THEY ARE ALL TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!

That said, another prize specimen hove into view on foot the other day in sunny Woolwich. I was saying goodbye to my lunchtime companion (fresh from a slap up veggie burger courtesy of Star Express) and unlocking the bike when this slope-browed individual speculated aloud that he ought to knock it over as the bike is of German origin. He left us (jaws sagging) with the stunning riposte to "Buy British".

Lovely.....