ferguzzi

I bought a grease gun the other day. It's not very accurate, but you sure could come to a sticky end! sorry.

Well on the subject of celts, it was originally a germanic tribe, so It might need to include a trip to the vaterland. or maybe not.

Well, I'm happier anyway. And whaddya mean about not knowing our politics?!! Don't you know who the Irish prime minister is? Actually, technically we don't have one. We have a taoiseach. And a tainiste. And the government's called the Dail. and a member's called a TD. You see, politics can be really boring, can't it?! Broke my nose surfing huntington beach in LA on Saturday. That's much more interesting. And painful.

Sounds complicated, but so long as you're happy with all the effort, then fair enough. All I need is a campground and a date!

fugly, sorry. There's only one Tenni.

no,wait , just thought of another one. Mz 250. hello from lagos, nigeria. God, the things you think about when you can't leave a hotel!

suzuki gsxf750. ugh. might even be called a katana in some parts of the world. sob. ducati multistrada. honda deouville. yeah, I know that,s not how you spell it. american virago thing(920?). kawazaki z1300. any full faired goldwing. basically any bmw from 73-79. sorry, too hung over, run out of ideas!

I can't imagine what you've been going through,Van, but at least it sounds like there might be some light at the end of this particular tunnel. Suffice to say the thoughts and prayers of all in this small part of Ireland are with you, Fergal.

Jeez Jaap, that avatar's kind of scary!

I love all america, warts and all. Except Vermont. They're a bunch of cunts.

Ulster scots... scotch Irish... ohhhh there is so much room for some good old fashioned slagging here, but I can't, it's too damn political! Ps, I presume BFG, while you are referring to "ulster", you were also including Monaghan, louth and donegal, which ,um ,last I checked, were, ah, still in the republic(!). Next you'll be saying all six british field marshals from WW2 claimed to be from ulster. Um, no, wait a minute....

All systems go now! I'm on the 1220 ferry belfast stanraer fri morning,ie tomorrow. It's only in the last coulple of days I bothered to look at a map to see where we were going. I thought it was up north to fort william area, but ken bridge looks a lot closer. I reckon I'll be there for about 4, pitch the tent and then head out for a nice evening spin. No idea where though! It's going to be a short visit , I have to be in heathrow saturday lunch time, so early sat morning I'm going to head up to glasgow, leave the bike there at the airport and fly down. The idea is to be back in glasgow the following tuesday, spend another night in ken bridge that night, then head home wednesday. That's the plan anyway! Really looking forward to stretching the guzzi's legs, it's been a long winter. I;m guessing about 500 miles from my house to ken bridge. I might even take a few photos. see y'all soon fergal

I'm on call for the month, so won't know if I can make it over until about wednesday. Fingers crossed. If you see a dublin registered tenni with a shagged out rider coming from the south in a hurry on friday,or even saturday, it'll be me!

I know some of you have a strange attraction to agricultural eastern bloc monsters ,so I thought I'd mention this. I was in shang hai last week, and walking out of one of the markets I saw parked on the side of the road what I took to be an old BMW/DKW? boxer with a side car. I went over to have a look and got talking to the owner. It looked pretty ropey, plenty of rust at most of the weld joints and looked like it could do with some tlc and a polish. If the guy had said it had been a blitzkrieg refugee from the Ukraine, I wouldn't have been surprised. Turns out it was chinese made(I didn't get the name), and was only 2 years old! The owner was french, and not very complimentary about it, but he missed his bikes at home, and this was a neat compromise. He said it had been stupidly cheap to buy. And it takes serious balls to ride a bike in this part of the world. It easily trumps India, or anywhere else I've been. Anyway, he mounted up, and with a resigned gallic shrug, put-putted his way off in a plume of blue smoke. Another happy biker.

Love the bike, but surely(shock, horror ) you still have the scura?

I suppose everyone has owned at least one embarrassing bike. Mine was a 1993 yamaha xv1100 virago. It was a kind of poohy brown. if ever there was a gay motorbike, this was it. I had it 6 months and it turned me off cruisers for ever. It got replaced when I finally saw sense and got a triumph thunderbird, a lovely bike,if a bit underpowered. And it was a nice Irish green.

I'm a little hung over. the above message made more sense in my head.

I obviously stand to be corrected here by some of the canadians, but my father in law in vancouver maintains the angels basically run the (very large) port there. There also seems to be a big presence on the island, especially around Nanaimo. they certainly seem to have there fingers in lots of pies. Having said that, they do seem to use their bikes a lot, unless the rolex riders in this part of the world.

I'm camping-if I make it. I'm on call for the whole month, so I,ll only know if I,ve got the time off a day or two in advance. Fingers crossed.

Holy cow, but Max was lucky not to get squished by a low flying ducati. I missed the first half of the second race, so I hadn't seen that. Lucky man.

I smoked something once on a beach in San Diego. All i remember is getting very hungry,and finishing off a full loaf of bread. Weird.

The closest thing that comes to mind is what hercules crew do when bored. The Belgians have a bit of a reputation for this in Africa with good looking vso nurses, but I think most c130 people do it at some point or another.( I love the belgians. great beer, good food, they even have lots of history. best kept secret in Europe). Anyway, what happens is you get trussed up in a harness attached to a rope, and then they basically f**k you out the back. At close to 300 knots. And you bobble about like a flag on a very windy day. Apparently the special forces lot in the uk made a speciality of grabbing one of the unsuspecting flight crew, while in the flightdeck( and preferably trying not to fall asleep on a quiet night mission), and fecking him out the back before he knew what hit him. That'd wake you up in the morning!

Now that's just plain silly...

Isn't it that the scottish pump and the irish, er, blow?

sounds scary to me!