This is the official
"Sad old git"
page.
Oh dear.
What a depraved and misguided life I seem to have lead. It all started off innocently enough, I acquired a B.S.A. ....A 500cc A7 s.s. to be precise, and off I went, prowling around the woods and forests of Europe.
Things sort of went from bad to worse.
I found out the most comfortable place to have a kip was on the bike itself. By now it had grown a sidecar, so the danger of the bike falling off the stand was minimal, to say the least.
Then my memory started to fail.
I set off for Nottingham and forgot that I had not put any clothes on. Well, I did remember to put on my green wellies.
Things can only get better.
Imagine the embarrassment that my poor dog had to endure. Not only was he named "Ajay", after the A.J.S. motorcycle, but the unfortunate creature was associated with me.
Even my dog found my behaviour strange.
He's seen here smiling a smile that conveys the message "I might be in the sidecar, but I'm nothing to do with the rider"
Other dogs would be somewhat jealous.
"How come you get to go everywhere in the sidecar ?"
Just for the record.
I'm still as crazy now as I was then,
but you knew that, didn't you ?
Sorry about all that.
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