From the time I met him just north east of Newcastle for a ride out he's a rather strange type of cunt his forum name should have been blender he just missed a letter.
Upside of it though was I got a tank of fuel out of the cunt then just fucked off so whilst yes I met up with him for a local rideabout, he needed fuel and offered to top my tank off which in the event ended up being nearly ¾ of a tank and I ducked off because my clutch started slipping so I decided that I'd head home and check it out.
What a mess Saul, you should be ashamed of that, at least my stuff is in the garage draped over the trackbike and lids in various places with gloves inside.... who keeps all their gear together and in one place?
It's utter madness