P.P. Joan would never get on my bike. One night there was a show trick motoring at a racecourse a few miles away she wanted to go. The Hillman was sick so it was agreed she would go on the bike this once and no going mad !! So it came to pass one very nervous passenger so tightly glued to me it was difficult to breathe. Dead slow upright on corners do nothing that would break her grip and so we saw and enjoyed the show. Coming back, "oh well" she would never do it again, let loose the horses, and home in a tenth of the time it took to go. Mother, (she rode motorbikes all over the UK) "how was it then Joan", "well going I did not like it a bit, coming back great, were are we going tomorrow"? Women I never understood them.
One of the first questions I was asked by my examiner was "what would you say to a pillion passenger about to get on your bike?" Answer:- "Bog off and get your own bike!" ...then I gave him the official answer of course.
An ex of mine was bringing his aged mother home from somewhere when he felt a gentle tapping and realised she had fallen asleep!!! He must have been being very well behaved.
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P.P. Joan would never get on my bike. One night there was a show trick motoring at a racecourse a few miles away she wanted to go. The Hillman was sick so it was agreed she would go on the bike this once and no going mad !! So it came to pass one very nervous passenger so tightly glued to me it was difficult to breathe. Dead slow upright on corners do nothing that would break her grip and so we saw and enjoyed the show. Coming back, "oh well" she would never do it again, let loose the horses, and home in a tenth of the time it took to go. Mother, (she rode motorbikes all over the UK) "how was it then Joan", "well going I did not like it a bit, coming back great, were are we going tomorrow"? Women I never understood them.
Frank.
haha passengers are a laugh aren't they?
Sometimes I give my husband a lift to the station on the back of my bike and we look like a dwarf riding a bike with a gorilla on the back.
We get some funny looks
One of the first questions I was asked by my examiner was "what would you say to a pillion passenger about to get on your bike?" Answer:- "Bog off and get your own bike!" ...then I gave him the official answer of course.
An ex of mine was bringing his aged mother home from somewhere when he felt a gentle tapping and realised she had fallen asleep!!! He must have been being very well behaved.
pp - baffies and gutties from an early age. Pokie for mittens when I moved to Ayrshire.
Baffies were usually worn by women with 'tinker's tartan' on the front of their legs ie red blotches from sitting in front of the fire.
How very polite you are Joyce. My dad called "tinker's tartan" measles pronounced Masles!