23-03-14, 11:43 PM
i always try to use the Esso garage in Glastonbury as the manager and 2 of the other blokes who work there are all bikers,but as and when i start getting out on the bike more i'll no doubt end up with the hassel of taking me lid off,so as stated above,i'll just really take my time with the whole process and hold the queue up for as long as possible-not really the cagers fault,but just to piss the attendant off :lol
went to Germany on my old cbx750 way back in 1988 for the football,filtering passed loads of cars waiting to cross into herman land,got stopped by a very polite border gaurd/dibble,checked my passport,casualy asked if i was going to the football,when i said i was,his whole attitude changed,had all the panniers off the bike,checked me,the bike,all my gear all over the fucking road in front of all these cars that id smuggly filtered passed earlier.of course he didnt find nothing of any note (id sent my flick knife/knuckle dusters cs gas out by post,you know what scum us England fans used to be in the 80's!! :evil ) and told me to go.so of course,i took as long as i could, and i mean focing ages,re packing my kit into the panniers,then strapping the panniers to the bike,then getting kitted up again before bimbling off,much to the annoyance to the car that the blond aryion anti English twat had pulled over as his next victim and the guard who kept hassling me to get on with it,not sure he enjoyed being told that it was his collegue that had strewn my well packed gear all over the floor,and that he'd have to wait while i packed it properly. and they carry guns on the border over there.well,they did back then anyway. happy days!!
went to Germany on my old cbx750 way back in 1988 for the football,filtering passed loads of cars waiting to cross into herman land,got stopped by a very polite border gaurd/dibble,checked my passport,casualy asked if i was going to the football,when i said i was,his whole attitude changed,had all the panniers off the bike,checked me,the bike,all my gear all over the fucking road in front of all these cars that id smuggly filtered passed earlier.of course he didnt find nothing of any note (id sent my flick knife/knuckle dusters cs gas out by post,you know what scum us England fans used to be in the 80's!! :evil ) and told me to go.so of course,i took as long as i could, and i mean focing ages,re packing my kit into the panniers,then strapping the panniers to the bike,then getting kitted up again before bimbling off,much to the annoyance to the car that the blond aryion anti English twat had pulled over as his next victim and the guard who kept hassling me to get on with it,not sure he enjoyed being told that it was his collegue that had strewn my well packed gear all over the floor,and that he'd have to wait while i packed it properly. and they carry guns on the border over there.well,they did back then anyway. happy days!!