GGUser466 

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sorry didn't know big shit on text, didn't mean it.

 Anyway what's going on ere. Problems, aye, nah solutions yes, always. 

Umm better go back and read from beginning ,shit, nah , life's too short. 

keep smiling and try not to nuke anyone. 

I liked the bloke better when he was paralytic and obnoxious.

Seems worse sober.

Wake up you guys, no point arguing amongst yourselves over a complete fuckstick.

He's a troll.

If it aint Speedy it is someone like him

Now let's get back to our lovely motorcycles, and riding , while we still can, well if you still can. As rumoured Victoria is wet, and green- Kermit, that many are contemplating exchange bikes for boats -campaign .. (Only kidding). 

Keep well , happy and what does every bod say. 'Stay Safe'. Had to put that last little coment in. True as. 

Bought some Goldfish food, for pond fish in garden, and woman said to me when walking out with bag a stuff for little fishes, 'Stay safe'. Made me wonder maybe toxic food or man eating Goldfish. Yet to determine. True story.....

At least I then usually swap over to one of the Victory forums. As they're mostly Yanks, they're so easy to wind up, just mention politics.

Took my best bike for a local ride yesterday...

That straight would make a good backroad impromptu drag strip, have to get the stock off it first. The quarter turn throttle made some of the creek crossing exits interesting

Seriously, my best bike is whatever one of the 3 I'm riding at the time, or remembering an old trip on, or dreaming about a future ride on. It's a bit like having a pack of dogs, there's always the young pup, a bit silly and wriggly, keen to run and man it can run fast, run rings around the others. There always the middle dog, the dependable one that does most of the work quietly and effectively. And the old one, the winter dog, cranky, almost worn out, that has shared so much of your life, been so many places with you. The Sportster is my winter dog, so many rides, so many places in the last 33 years. I remember the lush rainforest on the Daintree Bloomfield road in the late 90s, or the anthill country along the road to Laura, or the road down the Darling through Louth and Tilpa, or riding the beach on Fraser Island. I keep an old leather folding tripod stool in the shed, bought at the stockmans hall of fame in 96 and carried back on the Sporty, sometimes sit next to the bikes and talk with them. Might even enjoy a beer while doing it. If my wife ever finds me dead there, karked and fallen off the stool, I'll probably have been sitting next to the Sporty.