I was bored today, so I went looking at bikes and stuff.

[Racing roadkill]

Bored one day, goes looking at bikes and drops £15,000 on a purchase. Sounds legit

Coming from someone who doesn't know me from a hole in the ground?

 

[Racing roadkill]

Absolutely. It is exactly the sort of thing Roadkill does, usually just after payday.

Many a true word spoken in ( semi ) jest.

 

[vickster]

Posts enough photos and selfies of himself, looks a little different to a hole in the ground...

 

[Racing roadkill]

Anyway, not to worry, I decided to chicken out. Although it was a thing of beauty ( at least from an engineering standpoint). Even I couldn't justify this N+1. I often get these rushes of blood to the head, sometimes I stick to my guns, sometimes I realise what else I could do with a smidgeon over 11 grand.

 

[Jody]

Coming from someone who doesn't know me from a hole in the ground?

No I don't your right. But I am sure I could tell you apart from a hole in the ground.

 

[Jody]

Anyway, not to worry, I decided to chicken out.

You surprise me

 

[potsy]

No I don't your right. But I am sure I could tell you apart from a hole in the ground.

One is full of shoot and the other is..?

 

[Jody]

One is full of shoot and the other is..?

.......full of grit and detritus

 

[Tim Hall]

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If I'd spent 11 grand on a bike, I'd be more than a trifle miffed if it went "ta-pocketa ta-pocketa ta-pocketa".

 

[Bollo]

If I'd spent 11 grand on a bike, I'd be more than a trifle miffed if it went "ta-pocketa ta-pocketa ta-pocketa".

Obscure!

 

[Shaun]

Obscure!

Onomatopoeia describing the hydroplane engines in the story:

“We’re going through!” The Commander’s voice was like thin ice breaking. He wore his full-dress uniform, with the heavily braided white cap pulled down rakishly over one cold gray eye. “We can’t make it, sir. It’s spoiling for a hurricane, if you ask me.” “I’m not asking you, Lieutenant Berg,” said the Commander. “Throw on the power lights! Rev her up to 8,500! We’re going through!” The pounding of the cylinders increased: ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa. The Commander stared at the ice forming on the pilot window. He walked over and twisted a row of complicated dials. “Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!” he shouted. “Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!” repeated Lieutenant Berg. “Full strength in No. 3 turret!” shouted the Commander. “Full strength in No. 3 turret!” The crew, bending to their various tasks in the huge, hurtling eight-engined Navy hydroplane, looked at each other and grinned. “The Old Man’ll get us through,” they said to one another. “The Old Man ain’t afraid of Hell!” . . .

 

[Racing roadkill]

How can a person be so cynical?

That's easy to answer. She likes to type a lot, and yet ride very little ( by her own admission). I certainly won't lose sleep over the opinions of someone like that.

 

[Shaun]

Thread locked. It's probably not a good idea to start duplicitous threads if you're going to be sensitive about how they turn out.

Cheers,
Shaun