That Could Have Been So Much Cooler!
Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 9:46 am
There's a set of traffic lights that catches me most mornings, and so I filter to the front of the traffic queue and nail it when the lights turn green.
Hell, it wakes me up just before work!
This morning, the lights were on red as I approached, so filtered through and the lights changed just as I got to the front, rolling at around 10mph.
I gave it a big handful of throttle, dropping the clutch, and hoisted the front up into a huge great big minging wheelie!
I was quite impressed, and I'm sure all the cars behind were, too!
Err... or they WOULD have been, were it not for me doing some sort of little gay star jump, feet coming off the pegs and snapping the throttle closed as fast as I could before the bike landed on my head.
Doh!
Have you ever done something and then thought to yourself, "That could have been so much cooler"?
I should have held that baby all the way down the three-lane carriageway to the cresting knee-down sliproad bit, and I would have spent the rest of the week strolling around like my cock was two foot long and I'd just knocked the granny out of The Queen!
But ohhh no! Little gay star jump and the front slamming down, then a qaurter mile of very pointedly not looking back in my mirrors it was.
giraffe.
Hell, it wakes me up just before work!
This morning, the lights were on red as I approached, so filtered through and the lights changed just as I got to the front, rolling at around 10mph.
I gave it a big handful of throttle, dropping the clutch, and hoisted the front up into a huge great big minging wheelie!
I was quite impressed, and I'm sure all the cars behind were, too!
Err... or they WOULD have been, were it not for me doing some sort of little gay star jump, feet coming off the pegs and snapping the throttle closed as fast as I could before the bike landed on my head.
Doh!
Have you ever done something and then thought to yourself, "That could have been so much cooler"?
I should have held that baby all the way down the three-lane carriageway to the cresting knee-down sliproad bit, and I would have spent the rest of the week strolling around like my cock was two foot long and I'd just knocked the granny out of The Queen!
But ohhh no! Little gay star jump and the front slamming down, then a qaurter mile of very pointedly not looking back in my mirrors it was.
giraffe.