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I went to the dirt bike show once in my wheelchair. My mate got in free as he was classed as my carer whereas I had to pay half price. Then the feckers piled everything they bought on my lap until I couldn’t even see anything. Wankers

im so fucking relieved now , i thought i would just dissolve into a cloud of dust , now all i need to is duck and cover, thanks @XTreme i'll sleep much better tonight.

They used you as a shopping cart?

When I'm out with bro in law ( locked in syndrome, just about manages to pilot his lectric wheelbarrow... sorry, wheelchair ) people often ask if I'm his carer. their attitude towards him changes subtley when I tell them I'm actually his bodyguard... It also cracks him up which is hilarious cos he doesn't control his mouvements well when he's laughing and ends up running into stuff

Pete will love this shit.

Not sure i could manage four inch heels to make up for my lacking in height attractiveness. Gutted. My life is meaningless now.

And uet you ride a short persons bike...

What have you done with Six? Im calling the police.

Just the run of the mill view for me

You would be lauded now for being a trans baby and society would then have fucked you up and you would have grown up to be a total twat. Oh! Hold on….

Me and @Specs endured it wearing dresses!

Have you downloaded WhatsAppSki? That’s the Polish edition.

......just follow this advice from the 1950's!

Extreme t-bagging.

That's years of natural selection. The men who's head stayed above the rainy mud line were able to procreate. All the short arses drowned. This is why you are surrounded by dwarfs where you are, low rainfall and very little mud.

most that are in em are just fat lazy cunts.... lifestyle choice .

Got wrecked earlier. hope i aint been on here and said anything stupid...

It’s that or a 1960’s American school desk. They heard Six was outside the school gates again.

Sorry but as Slowy pointed out, the world is my oyster when it comes to women.

Im sure a guy like you has so many choices its easy to specify the correct height..

Nobody wants 5'11"s then?

Bunch of short arses.

beautiful piece of machinery .

Typing any search term into google or following any link on here is always a risky business.. a website called DeepL? Ha you must think I was born yesterday But its ‘TangoTheAmiable’ we’re talking about here not Six so push the button.. you know what, its actually a very useful language translator

We're off to Albox tomorrow!

If the skirt fits why not.

Literally translates to buena salud which is good health!

What's ' yakky dah ' in crude dago peasant

He doesn't want to talk......he just wants what he wants. Then he'll want even more......like all of the former Soviet countries returned to him.

I lived through the 50's......so did @Clive......so there must be something to it!

During the 62 cuban chit mum said all the famiies iving on vandenberg evacuated the base. Mum called dad he said stay home ffs get a grip! lol

Even the gypsies say I'm more crude than they are!

They just talk like crude Dago peasants here. So my Spanish is about as well spoken as my English really.

indeed, but he is being rude so by using the "Tu" from he is signifying his refusal to use the "vous" as that would imply respect. I learnt my french originally from a french Bike club, and still sometimes have to be careful in polte company

Sofia's very best friend came over from England to visit, and rented a bike for four days to go and see some of Southern Portugal. Sofia was going to take her on a short tour around Alentejo, there was warning of really bad weather, but still I decided to join for one day before going back up for work. Ended up aborting that plan and we spent a nice three days riding around. Screw work and long live motorcycles and good times! On a sunny but cold Sunday morning I set off from my place on my own, stopping for a breakfast expresso on my favourite place, Then rode into Alentejo on nice and empty roads, touring gently and enjoying the place, I had missed these more open spaces We were meeting up an hour's ride ahead, and I had some time to kill while the girls where picking up the rental bike and making their way to the meeting point, so I got off the main road and explored a little Found an amazing dirt road leading up to a small hotel and farm, I got a little excited and the day's top speed was certainly achieved on a straight dusty dirt road, that makes me quite happy These flowing corners made me wish for more aggressive tires, so that I could probably properly throw myself onto a tree playing Malcolm Smith Got to the agreed meeting point, had a snack consisting of a local typical chicken pastry and waited, and waited, and an hour later my company arrived: Barbara, used to Ducatis, quite enjoying the NC750's ease of ride and promptly declaring it the ideal rental bike for touring! I sat on it and think it's too low (as she does), it might have been a little lowered, I have no idea. After their midday snack, we rode off with the two best friends catching up ... on and on, relentlessly ... on the intercoms ... I took us to the castle at Arraiolos, which to me is one of the nicest views in the Alentejo region We then proceeded to Estremoz, our stay for the night, and I amused myself taking pictures of my rear view mirror, most of them out of focus but a couple of usable ones A stop to show Barbara a local winery, where a very small taste was had just before reaching the hotel A nice scenic road and we made it to the convent where we'd stay for the night The next day we had something to sort in Estremoz and that took all morning, which meant we left late. A stop for lunch near the Ducal Palace of Vila Viçosa was not avoided, though Quick stop by a famous dolmen... And then visiting the Castle of Monsaraz, which is nearby to where we'd stop for the day, didn't ride much at all that day but spirits were high: An aperitif was had at sunset while temperatures dropped, the cool fresh air had really opened my apetite. Showered and warm I fetched a little local cheese and wine, all they had in a period where tourists don't really pass here, and it was a result as we settled to see a cold Alentejo sunset before dinner We walked to a nice restaurant, converted from an old olive oil press room, and the food was amazing. I had (and shared) the octopus, it was declared unanimously delicious: The next day started with a cold morning. Stopping by a lookout of the Alqueva lake, here I am pondering my need to have brought proper touring pants as I was expecting lots of rain and cold, but happy for the sun. Quick stop in Mertola and I'm grinning at the prospect of the roads ahead of us. After the road crosses that river behind me in the picture it gets nice and fast, in my opinion you won't find a nicer 200km of tiny roads than what's ahead. Tarmac is dry, tires are good, sun is shining, prospect of being let lose on a nice road before a nice dinner and wines with a few laughs, etc... all that made for a happy Pedro I only stopped a couple of times, I have plenty of pictures of these roads from previous rides so only took a couple to catch the girls passing by. Barbara, being English and clearly used to a less brute civilization was pretty happy with the nice road surface, particularly the road markings (!!!), unlike my other favourite roads which lack these refinements and apparently are like farmers' track to a foreigner. Quick stop for water and deciding where to point our steeds for the night. A decision was made for Beja, trying to be within easy reach of Lisbon for the next early afternoon ... we did enjoy ourselves at dinner and Beja is a charming town to walk around searching for a restaurant. Sofia wanted to show off her favourite old bridge and again ride over something built more than 2000 years ago, so we did. It's still there and probably still will be long after electric motorcycles are finished when we'll all be riding martian plutonium powered bikes, those Romans and their slaves knew how to make a bridge: Here I am, acting as a guide and probably explaining the intricacies of roman ancient history and building bridges with rocks ... A german tourist was leaving just as we were arriving this place, and took our only group picture Couldn´t help but stop to check this out, someone converted an old dolmen and adapted it into the entrance of a chapel, I can't get mad at it although not the best conservationist effort ... Crossing the Ponte Vasco da Gama´s 12km length is a fine way to enter Lisbon, sadly, this meant returning the rental bike thus ending the trip. It had been a fun three days. After Barbara returned the Honda, I gave her a ride to Sofia's and proceeded to cook a nice dinner after going grocery shopping, it was a bit of a flop but out of sympathy and love they declared it a win. A lot of wine was consumed and a lot of reminiscing was done, I was amused with the realization of how small the world is when I spotted Barbara wearing a Luigi Moto jumper, isn't that where you work part time, @boboneleg? Earlier today I made my way north, by myself, and caught the only serious rain in the entire trip on the last 45 minutes before getting home. Here stopping to put winter gloves on in a rare moment of proficient motorcycling.

You have a choice of fish women?

Ah my mistake soz Id already forgotten bucks height preference. I definitely left my brain in Dublin

Ive used one of those once. Broke my foot and couldnt weight bear, had tickets to a show at the NEC, thought fuck it I am going so booked a scooter. People were unbelievably nice but by the end of the day the pitying aaw poor thing looks and being spoken to like a small child totally did my head in. Its no wonder some chairbound folk get pissy with the people around them.

I should have spent more time but I went for ride instead, it will probably rain tonight so I took the opportunity to get out for a while, it was grey and overcast but it was a good couple of hours pottering around the Pentlands.

He's now saying the US has labs in the Ukraine making chemical weapons and China have agreed. He can now use his chemicals and blame the US.