wild foamy

perhaps Goff you should volunteer for the job of riding pillion?

i assumed he was still on L-plates 'cus i is fick ennit.

Monkeybike

TIT MONDAY! Thats right, its tit monday!, even though it was actually tit monday on friday... but hey

Funky

h'ed be pulling wheelies at every traffic light and the suspension would be flattened

there nothing wrong with drum brakes, my DT50 has drum brakes front and rear and its not too bad for stopping. gie the brakes a good clean out, fresh set of shoes and it will do you a good service, theres no point in "pimping up" a bike which wasnt designed to be pimping in the first place. keep the SR125, once you have thrown it down the road a few times and got to grips with biking you can get something a little more elaborate

Dick on a Mobylette (sorry OG)

sounds like carberation troubles to me, try opening the throttle with choke on and see if that helps, if the bike continues running then it is more than likely running lean. in which case you will need to re-jet the carb. quite often these performance upgrades will require rejetting to balance the increased air/fuel ratio, are there any instruction on the packaging/invoice of your new parts?

Spend 50p on a Mobylette

Dog

Whale

my dad got done in bristol a few months ago in his van, 36 in a 30... had to pay £60 and went to a "SpeedChoice" thing so he can sit in a room for a few hours being told how naughty he was, but managed to get out of the 3 points

two words Piggy Bank...

Warm

some pics and a VIN/Chassis/Engine number are needed

i was refering to turning the pump to its maximum stroke to help the oil get to the carb quicker annd hence reduce the duration fo time for the engine to run un-oiled.

i prefer to run a 30:1 premix after a rebuild, or on the Jawa i run 30:1 anyway so for every one liter of petrol you mix in 30ml of oil. or enter the amount you want to mix with into this calculator and it will tell you the required amount of two stroke oil http://www.csgnetwork.com/oilfuelcalc.html honestly it wont take long to bleed through to the carb once the engine is running, and aslong as you arent thrashing the bike around the lack of two stroke oil wouldnt be harmfull, its best just to start the engine up, let it idle and turn the oil pump to its maximum stroke by hand

Pie (you wait BH, my Jawa will pwn your DT)

bumble

Hose (Two ronnies sketch, f*cking brilliant )

THE BEE FROM THE OLD TOWN OF EFFEN (Matt McGinn) He kept bees in the old town of Effen An Effen beekeeper was he And one day this Effen beekeeper Was stung by a big Effen bee Now this big Effen beekeeper's wee wife For the big Effen policeman she ran For there's nobody can sort out a big Effen bee Like a big Effen policeman can The big Effen policeman he did his nut And he ran down the main Effen street In his hand was a big Effen baton He had big Effen boots on his feet The policeman got hold of this big Effen bee And he twisted the Effen bee's wings But thes big Effen bee got his own back For this big Effen bee had two stings Now they're both in the Effen museum Where the Effen folk often come see The remains of the big Effen policeman Stung to death by the big Effen bee That's the end of that wee Effen story 'Tis an innocent wee Effen tale But if you ever tell it in Effen You'll end up in the old Effen jail ---- Heard this on BBC Radio berkshire, sounds funnier when Henry Wymbs says it with his irish accent

One Christmas Eve, a frenzied young man ran into a pet shop looking for an unusual Christmas gift for his wife. The shop owner suggested a parrot, named Chet, which could sing famous Christmas carols. This seemed like the perfect gift. "How do I get him to sing?" The young man asked, excitedly. "Simply hold a lighted match directly under his feet." was the shop owner's reply. The shop owner held a lighted match under the parrot's left foot. Chet began to sing: "Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! ..." The shop owner then held another match under the parrot's right foot. Then Chet's tune changed, and the air was filled with: " Silent Night, Holy Night..." The young man was so impressed that he paid the shop-keeper and ran home as quickly as he could with Chet under his arm. When the wife saw her gift she was overwhelmed. "How beautiful!" She exclaimed, "Can he talk?" "No," the young man replied, "But he can sing. Let me show you." So the young man whipped out his lighter and placed it under Chet's left foot, as the shop-keeper had shown him, and Chet crooned: "Jingle Bells! Jingle bells!..." The man then moved the lighter to Chet's right foot, and out came: "Silent Night, Holy night..." The wife, her face filled with curiosity, then asked, "What if we hold the lighter between his legs?" The man did not know. "Let's try it," he answered, eager to please his wife. So they held the lighter between Chet's legs. Chet twisted his face, cleared his throat, and the little parrot sang out loudly like it was the performance of his life: "Chet's nuts roasting on an open fire...."

Mobylette

Paddy and Mick were working on a building site, Paddy says to Mick "I cant be bothered working all day I just want to go home" so he climbs to the top of the building site and hangs upside down on a steel girder, on seeing this the boss shouts up "what the hell do you think your doing" Paddy says "pretending to be a light bulb" so the boss says "go home your being stupid" so he climbs down and starts walking out. Mick decides to follow and says "Im going home too" but just as he was putting his coat on to leave, the boss shouts "and where do you think your going" Mick says "home because Im not working in the dark"