Bit of a long one
So here is the deal Seedpod has been meticulously tooling away on a sweet little bowleg rigid chopper in a shed at the bottom of the garden for months. 88ci shovel, kicker, shaved fork legs, modified triple trees, Bobbed off rear guard, 21in front wheel,3in primary all very nice, low, slim, loud and fast just like back in the day. He’s painted it candy yellow with pearlescent white ghost flames
On finishing it he calls up Mister and Rolls to come have a looky then ride with him to the pub and wets its head. Mr and Rolls show up go to the back of the house sing out. Seedpod swings the door open with a flourish befitting such a grand moment, unveiling all the eyeball shattering brilliance of highly polished chrome and fresh candy paint.
He starts the bike points it up the hill towards the house and the bike starts to wheelspin on the steepest bit about 15ft before the pavers. Seedpod in his wisdom applies much swearing and more throttle and starts using his feet to scoot it along. More throttle more swearing, feet moving faster than a hummingbird on speed ::laugh::, Rolls and Mr laughing like mad men and providing suitable encouragement to Seedpod
About 3 foot from the top the bike suddenly gets traction stands on the back wheel drags Seedpod at high speed. Man and machine disappear through the closed kitchen door, splinters of wood, dust, dirt, much crashing and bashing then tyre smoke drifting out of the shattered kitchen door. Stunned Silence, then holy Jesus Mrs Seedpod has hits the roof “ Seedpod you f@cking useless gronk what the f@ck have you done to my kitchen you stupid bastard” followed by many more terms of endearment. Rolls is on his hands and knees by the smashed in door, making guttural animal noises while long stings of snot and dribble follow him barely, able to see through the tears of laughter rofl. Mister has fallen down the bank from laughing so hard and is laying in the garden next to the gnomes unable to move ::laugh::.
The kitchen is wrecked there is a skid mark along the front of the cupboards and the bike has destroyed the kitchen table, Mrs Seedpods down the other end of the house threatening murder most foul and including Mr and Rolls in her plan of multiple homicide. Seedpod casually stands up straightens his shirt and say “Well what do you thing of me bike boys” ::laugh:: later their telling the story to me in fits of laughter. Seedpod turns to me with a very serious and reflective look and says “Luke I should of just used the drive way” lollerz
You just cannot make this stuff up, and before there is a request for pics not going to happen because everyone in the story is a member of a very powerful outlaw motorcycle club
So here is the deal Seedpod has been meticulously tooling away on a sweet little bowleg rigid chopper in a shed at the bottom of the garden for months. 88ci shovel, kicker, shaved fork legs, modified triple trees, Bobbed off rear guard, 21in front wheel,3in primary all very nice, low, slim, loud and fast just like back in the day. He’s painted it candy yellow with pearlescent white ghost flames
On finishing it he calls up Mister and Rolls to come have a looky then ride with him to the pub and wets its head. Mr and Rolls show up go to the back of the house sing out. Seedpod swings the door open with a flourish befitting such a grand moment, unveiling all the eyeball shattering brilliance of highly polished chrome and fresh candy paint.
He starts the bike points it up the hill towards the house and the bike starts to wheelspin on the steepest bit about 15ft before the pavers. Seedpod in his wisdom applies much swearing and more throttle and starts using his feet to scoot it along. More throttle more swearing, feet moving faster than a hummingbird on speed ::laugh::, Rolls and Mr laughing like mad men and providing suitable encouragement to Seedpod
About 3 foot from the top the bike suddenly gets traction stands on the back wheel drags Seedpod at high speed. Man and machine disappear through the closed kitchen door, splinters of wood, dust, dirt, much crashing and bashing then tyre smoke drifting out of the shattered kitchen door. Stunned Silence, then holy Jesus Mrs Seedpod has hits the roof “ Seedpod you f@cking useless gronk what the f@ck have you done to my kitchen you stupid bastard” followed by many more terms of endearment. Rolls is on his hands and knees by the smashed in door, making guttural animal noises while long stings of snot and dribble follow him barely, able to see through the tears of laughter rofl. Mister has fallen down the bank from laughing so hard and is laying in the garden next to the gnomes unable to move ::laugh::.
The kitchen is wrecked there is a skid mark along the front of the cupboards and the bike has destroyed the kitchen table, Mrs Seedpods down the other end of the house threatening murder most foul and including Mr and Rolls in her plan of multiple homicide. Seedpod casually stands up straightens his shirt and say “Well what do you thing of me bike boys” ::laugh:: later their telling the story to me in fits of laughter. Seedpod turns to me with a very serious and reflective look and says “Luke I should of just used the drive way” lollerz
You just cannot make this stuff up, and before there is a request for pics not going to happen because everyone in the story is a member of a very powerful outlaw motorcycle club
