The Simple Pleasures - a Slobservation
The Simple Pleasures - a Slobservation
"The simple pleasures in life, is what matters most"
my old Nan used to say, before she was cruelly taken from us. Well, I say taken. My old man actually beat her to death for tormenting him his whole life with stupid proverbs like that. It turned out alright as it happens, my mum hooked up with a guy who had money and liked bikes. He came fully equipped with a daughter about the same age as me. Just so happened that me and her had something in common, we both liked me feeling her tits after a couple of sips of Lambrusco! This only springs to mind because I'm sitting enjoying a cup of tea after a blat round the windies on the Dragstar. Tea is the most simple of pleasures and it's all the more refreshing knowing that it was produced by poor people. The amusing thing is that the landlady is posh and won't have anyone using mugs and frankly a cup just isn't enough for me. I've made a pot of tea and I'm drinking out of that instead!
After another soulless day in the office I was in need of some two wheeled therapy. As I said to my team as I wandered out the door "I'm off the rip the bollocks out of the bike". True to my word I jumped on the bike, stuck on some rock MP3s and proceeded to thrash the twin. I actually had a mission today - instead of the usual aimless riding I do. I was headed to a friend's tattoo shop, problem was I only knew that it was called Fine Line Tattoo and is in Bedford or Bedfordshire! I opted for the most direct A‑road from Milton Keynes to Bedford in the vain hope I would get there before closing time. The ride began quite unpromising with narrow traffic‑laden lanes…or so it seemed. The road suddenly opened out in dual‑carriageway that continued on and off for the entire journey. I was torn between riding like a completely inconsiderate git and taking easy and enjoying the views.
Fair play to Mother nature, the views I witnessed in that part of Bedfordshire were lovely, they reminded me of a Monet… until I slowed down and the motion blur eased off a bit. I dashed into the town centre keeping the revs high along with the attention factor as I simultaneously forced my way through the narrow gaps in traffic and kept an eye out for the shop. It was fruitless, not a hint of subculture anywhere. The most subversive thing I saw was the church in the centre of town! The humidity was high and I thought it prudent to head back before I got soaked. Don't get me wrong I ride in all weathers, but why spend the evening trying to dry out if you don't have to?
I took it easy on the way back and soaked up the countryside, there was a couple of times I wish I had the camera with me… sods law really. As the Dragstar thumped it's way purposefully back toward my pit, I had the words of Jake ringing in my ears " It's a cruiser mate, you'll enjoy the change of pace"*. Can't help but think he was talking sense knowing full well I wouldn't pay attention!
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* Slob never listens to me, then about 3 weeks later will say "Oh you were right about blah blah blah…"
After another soulless day in the office I was in need of some two wheeled therapy. As I said to my team as I wandered out the door "I'm off the rip the bollocks out of the bike". True to my word I jumped on the bike, stuck on some rock MP3s and proceeded to thrash the twin. I actually had a mission today - instead of the usual aimless riding I do. I was headed to a friend's tattoo shop, problem was I only knew that it was called Fine Line Tattoo and is in Bedford or Bedfordshire! I opted for the most direct A‑road from Milton Keynes to Bedford in the vain hope I would get there before closing time. The ride began quite unpromising with narrow traffic‑laden lanes…or so it seemed. The road suddenly opened out in dual‑carriageway that continued on and off for the entire journey. I was torn between riding like a completely inconsiderate git and taking easy and enjoying the views.
Fair play to Mother nature, the views I witnessed in that part of Bedfordshire were lovely, they reminded me of a Monet… until I slowed down and the motion blur eased off a bit. I dashed into the town centre keeping the revs high along with the attention factor as I simultaneously forced my way through the narrow gaps in traffic and kept an eye out for the shop. It was fruitless, not a hint of subculture anywhere. The most subversive thing I saw was the church in the centre of town! The humidity was high and I thought it prudent to head back before I got soaked. Don't get me wrong I ride in all weathers, but why spend the evening trying to dry out if you don't have to?
I took it easy on the way back and soaked up the countryside, there was a couple of times I wish I had the camera with me… sods law really. As the Dragstar thumped it's way purposefully back toward my pit, I had the words of Jake ringing in my ears " It's a cruiser mate, you'll enjoy the change of pace"*. Can't help but think he was talking sense knowing full well I wouldn't pay attention!
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* Slob never listens to me, then about 3 weeks later will say "Oh you were right about blah blah blah…"
