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Now ya know its often been said that us bikers are a misunderstood lot, (often in court as I remember.) Well its true! If ya got a moment let me lay on ya a short series of events that illuminate the point.
Like most I'm deeply concerned about the environment. In particular about the thick black crappy muck that hangs in the air over cities when I go to work in the morning. Mainly cos I have to breathe it. And I think we all know the solution. Get rid of those mongrel cagers! Well the sad news is I've thought it over and I can't see that happenin.
But there is another solution. It's a complicated idea, so work with me. Now when ya scoots got thick black dirt and crap on it what do ya do? Ya clean it right? Wrong? Ok so ya old lady cleans it, or ya little Bro, or if ya in a club a nom cleans it but my point is someone gets a bucket of sudsy foam and wallah! The scoots all sparkly clean. Too easy right? Now Mother Nature loves Bikers so I figured it out. What's moist, white and found first thing in the morning? Ok sickos, what else is white, moist and found first thing in the morning. That's right; mist! All we gotta do is get that mist down over the city and it'll scrub away all the shit and smog a treat.
The problem? Well it aint happening; and why, cos it tends to snag on the mountains round the place and get stuck. So we gotta "unstick it" right? Now mists kinda special stuff, WD40 and a mallet or wrecking bar wont shift it (So that aughta settle a few bets, there is something they wont shift!) What ya need is a bit of hot air to do what hot air does, rise, and push the mist down to the city.
There's a coupla ways we could do this, one is to get those whingeing Politicians up there and let em crap on. Fix it real fast, but there's a flaw in that plan. Who wants a pile of pollies bullshit and mist all over the city? No reckon that's no good. I've given it a bit of thought and this is the go.
We need a small pocket of hot air moving over the mountains. Now the hottest thing I know of is my scoots engine, (well actually its a little girly I know with long legs and nice curves, but she's not game first thing in the morning. Well not for this sort of game, but I digress. The solution as I see it is for me to get my scoots motor real hot and go for a blast over the mountains, flat out, first thing in the morning. The hot air prises the mist loose, the mist cleans the city air, and were all happy, right. And what better way to finish the ride than to blow the misty white tops off a few pints in a country pub.
Now I figure I'm doing a public service, a right bloody favour. Hell with all this talk about the environment and all ya'd reckon I would get a government grant of something. I mean a blokes got other things to do ya know (especially the little girlie with the nice curves mentioned above!)
But getting back to the point about being misunderstood; there I was doing me bit for the environment and society on a whole; and the friggin pig and his bloody mushroom gun gave me a ticket for speeding! Ya just cant please some bastards! FTW
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