A Planned Ride
A planned ride
After a phone call from Big Fat Gay Al, it was decided we would be going out for a ride on Saturday. My brother Dazza was invited to ride up with Big Al and our neighbour Emma and her husband were also coming along.
I got up to cold damp roads in MK, went and filled the Z750 to the brim with fuel, and went and see some guys I know on the way home. Just 3 short miles, and I was already cold, and the roads had proven to be a little slick. I phoned ahead and warned Al and Dazza, as that kind of riding is for hardened hairy arsed bikers, not me. So we didn’t go anywhere, still the Z750 got a short run out for fuel before it was put away.
