F Blog – Elation

I am neither flatulent hog nor whining rice cooker. I am a well-armed Hun. Now get the hell out of my way.

I believe I now know what the F in F800GS stands for. Runs like a million-dollar Swiss watch, and kind of looks like one too. Fierce of throat, it roundly declares, ‘I am neither flatulent hog nor whining rice cooker. I am a well-armed Hun. Now get the hell out of my way.’ And do they.

Too bad it’s been pissing and shitting rain out. And cold. And foggy. I have much work to do. But, come Fri, no Gigi for three days, so while Lily chops heads, I’ll be chopping weeds. I will confess though, I don’t wanna get it dirty. It’s like being out on a first date with the girl you know you will marry: Part of you wants to throw her facefirst down into the mud and rut till neither one of you can breath; the other craves a slow feed on those true, balls-out delights, to savour the build-up. Also, I haven’t ridden on dirt for years and lack knobs – don’t want to throw her down on the first dirt date, do I. Not at the price I paid.

I’m 50 on Aug 20, never owned a brand new bike, a bike this fine, nor any bike fully legally before.

Always was a late bloomer.

Paul Fenn

paulfenn.com

F Blog – Elation