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Riding home about a week ago, filled up with petrol and as i returned to the bike there was a bloke standing next to the DT and he said "This your bike?" Immediately thinking "What have i done?" oR "oh shit.. now what?" I replied , eeerrrr yeah. ((In retrospect I could have said "No mate i walk around in leathers and helmet cos I ride a horse!!!"....although good job I didn't!...............)) He replied....."I used to have an identical one and I've got a complete exhaust for one of these at home you can have!!!..........." Just been to pick it up, sure enough complete original exhaust for £20........Result! Down pipes had a repair and its got a pinhole but its better than mine!! just goes to show that just because some blokes looking at your bike it might turn out better than you thought! I shall get it repaired and fit it on......Nice start to the day eh?

Never did like fords, my late wife used to drive one and she loved it but not me

unless we can travel to the future, not yet

not one but 2 turds floating down form the Ford, dirty bugger

That is the favourite expression used by the Professional Standards Dept in my work. Usually follows some form of f*ck up

Up.yours I wish my missus still tickled my balls.

Hi, thanks for that. I will go on it now.

Looking at the sides, it's normally about 12"! Lesson learnt [emoji15]

Just a quick story, guy gets a parcel, opens parcel and finds it's not what he ordered, he phones the supplier and tells them the problem, they say "have you opened the parcel?" yes he says, well once it's opened you own it he's told ! This is not how it's supposed to be and it's all BS! So if you were supplied the wrong parts due to size or any other dimension or just the plain wrong item SEND IT BACK you can only find out if something don't work if you actually try to use it a lot of the time and this sounds like one of those times, so if it's covered in oil that's not your fault it's theirs cos you had to try it to find out if it would work or not right? Just my thoughts on it you understand but I think you have been screwed over!

Jimmy wrong way to think we's all's gona go some day I'd rather go riding than anyother way. BUT I know what you mean .......the first big crash at about 8yrs, my son had was at about 40mph tank slaper and he did the full superman on gravel ,knocked the wind out of him scared the duck out o me,full gear on and he walked away with a few bruses. Next big one was when he hit a rock wall and the bike tried to crush him into the wall,walked away again at 9yrs. I was FREEKED OUT..Till I got to him both times..He is still fine at 14 and when he hit's the road he will be fine as he knows how fast stuff changes. My crashes over the years well to many to count on the tracks but,,,, road wise been safe,many a close call but it really comes down to thinking all the time that "they" are all trying to kill you. And I still think .....why walk safely through life only to come out the other side dead anyway....Live it up on 1 or 2 wheels LOL or what ever else get you going..ie perfectly good plane lets jump out HAHA just for fun. There are more ways to die than have fun and the governments will wrap us all in bubble wrap soon enough so live free and ride at "your own risk" LMAO while you can.

Hey Meat My auldest boy also rides a bike and the best/worst ride happened at the start of the year. Me and him with my daughter on the back of my bike and my youngest son on the back of no1 sons bike. About 20 miles away from home I happened to look in the mirror, saw my daughters elbow, and my 2 boys behind me and then the thought 'what if something happens' hit me like a lump of 4x2. It turned into a complete mind fuck for me and I was glad when it was over and all remained well.

It was the bulb. (: All the faff I did, trying to figure out what I'd done wrong, and it was the simplest thing... In honety, I'm not sure how I managed to break the bulb - I didn't go near the actual bulbs when repositioning it! Cheers for all the input and help.

i still get that tickle in my balls after thirty + years of riding , congrats on the right choice of transport.

that intro made me smile, took me back to my first bike ride.

Oh we have all been there, some of us a LONG time ago, it will have it's moments tho. Don't get cocky remember the golden rule "they will try to kill you" so use your senses and always put yourself in a position to be able to escape. But other than that it's just great to have someone else find the fun in riding a bike.

Well funny you should say that kate as Nikkita my eldest has already been on my bike up n down the car ports drive god knows how many times and is already asking for her own bike

Hey nice to see you back Richard

Hey all. WOW, I've been gone a while, now we are soldering nipples?? I LOVE Europe!

Thanks all, Yer being the only man about the house is going to be rather tricky, female dog, wife and two daughters so its going to be a very hormonal house hold in the coming years but atleast it give me a three week long ride out every month As long as there boy friends follw my 10 comandments there be fine Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up. Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them. Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist. Rule Four: I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you. Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early” Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry. Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car? Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: - Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. - Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. - Places where there is darkness. - Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. - Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat. - Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. - Hockey games are okay. - Old folks homes are better. Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me. Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car-there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.