Slap me. Hard.
The next time I start waffling about buying a motorbike to commute to work, take me to one side and remind me of this day, the 10th day in the month of December in the year of 2007 when…
The skies did open, the rain did pour and it was dark and black and wet and (to use a well known meteorologically technical phrase) the weather was well shitey.
Just remind me how good it felt to be sitting in my stereophonic surroundings whilst the poor b’stard on his GPZ750 Ninja beside me battled his way through the harshest of harsh elements.
Yes a bike.
Yes a possible commuter.
No, not for the Winter.
Get wit’ da programme B!
Word!
B.