Been Out For A Spin!

Little Blue Bike was duly delivered this evening. Dean O' turned up, itching to have a go too. But, he had to wait, I'm afraid. Because, without waiting for anyone to say I could, I'd started her up and declared I was off up the track. And off I went!

Trouble is, I thought I'd have to try going through the top gate. Then I thought the long part of the track, up to the road, would be a blast. And, obviously, once I reached the road? What's a man with a fucking great grin all over his face to do? Pat's place is only a couple of hundred yards down that road ....! Zoommm! And off I went!

Pat has a Honda 50 stored away in his huge garage / workshop. But his reaction to my little beauty amazed me! " Oh god! " He enthused. " That's a Lovely thing! " And that was about it for the next long time; Pat circling, approaching, examining Blue Bike and just constantly jabbering away, interspersing his words with frequent use of " Lovely! " I got the definite impression Pat's Well impressed with it!

What made me laugh though was the appearance of Dean O'! Turns out he thought I must have crashed and would be sprawled in a ditch somewhere! FFS! Good of him to care, 'mind. But not so good as I didn't jump back on her and go 'speeding' back towards home! Dean's somewhat younger and fitter than me. The exercise was good for him and I was enjoying myself immensely!

Did I say " Speeding ", by the way? Yeah. Well. Err ..... I actually found, once I looked at the speedo, that about the 10mph mark suits me! LMFAO! It's alright for all you fukkas, decades of casual motoring under ye belts. I've only ever ridden a bloody push bike in all my life! I'm simply not accustomed to having the countryside rush past me, and me in sole control of everything. I'm sure I'll get used to it though. Be seen hurtling into town at a breath taking 25mph one of these days!

And that's going to be the bugger now. I have to get a Learners Permit. And, for that, I need to pass my Theory Test. Fucking nuisance, but there it is. I mean, I've no intention of ever heading out to Dublin on the damn thing. Just down the road into town will do me. All I need to do is bomb down a country road and turn once at the T. But still I have to learn about road signs and markings I'll simply never encounter. Loads of the stuff! Hey ho. Bit of a learning curve for a bloke my age but, there it is. Get my paper, Insurance and tax the little bugger? Off I go!

Can't wait! Better start trying to absorb this bloody great book of road rules then .....