Modern Vespa

Even though we've ridden through London many a time I still quite like to hear the sound of Genie's voice giving me directions through the many rat runs that she knows having lived up there for many years but as soon as an errant taxi driver/cyclist/pedestrian does something a little dangerous or unexpected the narration will stop like end the end of Guy Richie's Revolver and a torrent of expletives will be unleashed at the aforementioned victim often on your behalf.
It's a "you think it and she says it scenario" where your displeasure is vocalised in a manner ever so slightly more colourful than a newly born rainbow.
It must be like being overtaken by an abusive ambulance and made all the more comical by the doppler effect as the volume and the pitch change while the stream of invective vanishes, arms waving, into the distance.
Think of a gobshite Shiva disappearing into the Time Tunnel and you won't be far from the mark.
Several pedestrians will turn their heads while the machine gun staccato expletives bounce skyward ricocheting off building facades and clouds of pigeons erupt into the smog.

Having said all that she is the best pillion ever.

Birreh. x

You see many of the attractions that Amstedam has such as getting smashed off your face, getting stoned off your face and having sex with prostitutes aren't really my thing so I go for the company and the food.
Andrew and I go to this amazing Thai place within walking distance of his apartment and from the comfort of your restaurant seat you can watch the English wankers make wankers of themselves while you tut.

Nice.

...typing one handed with result in arms,..

Thatza my boy!

I truely think MV would be invigorated by tales of Hammy the hamster's great-great-great-grandson's exploits...
(I hope I haven't left out a generation, or that Hammy died a virgin.)

Found on page 3, oh dear. Perhaps you are all out riding?

Denise's old Suzuki crapped out on Friday so she informed me that I would have to scoot to work today. Oh well! Last week marked my first week this year entirely on the scoots for the commute, and it was fine. Rode in through some thick fog this morning and was busily wiping my visor at every stoplight.

As I'm 50 this year, I have to attend a echocardiogram stress test today, so that should be interesting when I show up in all my gear to run for them on the treadmill. I did wear "loose clothing" under it all, so we'll see.

If things do go pear-shaped, it has been a pleasure conversing with all of you fine folks over the years

I had a camera up/down my w*lly; the operator gave me a guided tour of my insides on the monitor, all in glorious technicolour.
Hardly felt a thing. 8)