Wednesday, October 13, 2010

As it turns out Hell has frozen over and Pigs can fly....

Well after emphatically stating that Alan would not be a pillion on my bike it happened....
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I had to take him to get his bike sorted, I know you were all thinking that Alan's Harley didn't actually exist and I was just making up excuses to get out of working for a living. But alas it is true it really does exist and here is my tale of woe.

Much to my displeasure Alan rode pillion from Murrumbeena to Harley City (in Brunswick), with some detours to see the good folks at my previous work in Abbotsford then onto Fitzroy. (my favourite place in Melbourne) When we got to Harley City, Chris informed us that Alan's bike was over the road and all we needed to do was fill out the roadworthy  form and then take it to Vic Roads in Camberwell at 10:45am the next day. Chris also advised Alan that he couldn't get his bike serviced there for another 2 weeks... So lets just suggest Alan's bike wasn't going to be serviced in Melbourne. on Tuesday I dropped Alan of in Camberwell to get his Rego sorted.

Now after two days of having Alan as a pillion, to say that I felt violated is an understatement.

****WARNING THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS DISTURBING IMAGERY****

Imagine this if you will, me on my Rocker C with Alan on the pillion seat, his inner thighs wrapped around me, his arms at the ready in case of emergencies. If that isn't disturbing enough as I lane split Alan would apply a vice like grip with his inner thighs, he claims it was to prevent his knees from hitting cars. I'm not so sure, but please understand the telling of this tale is causing me to relive some painful memories so if i get emotional bare with me.

When I got back to Murrumbeena I found myself sobbing uncontrollably, so I crawled into the shower. But no matter how hard I scrubbed or how hot the water was is still felt dirty, as a result I gave up and I just lay there curled up in the foetal  for what seemed an eternity.

But I'm better now, we have two bikes and we can finally begin.
 

2 comments:

  1. Once you hit the open road, the wind will just blow those terrible memories away.

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  2. Just think of it as a practice run for those long, lonely nights in the Aussie desert.....

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