My baby whispers in my ear – mmm – sweet nuthins —
Says the things I want to hear – mmm – sweet nuthins —
‘let’s get out there on the track’ – mmm – sweet nuthins —
‘just don’t drop me on my back’ – mmm – sweet nuthins —
A guy can’t help it.
Not after working on her all afternoon. It’s well over a year since she carried me while loaded as a packhorse in the Robbie Burns Centenary Run. We completed best part of a thousand miles on a weekend blast around the old Scottish racetracks – all sixteen of them —
At least two of the old circuits are still open for business and both the gixxer and I are still game.
So a Trackday wouldn’t hurt —
Would it 🙂
from-a-distance 