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| About five years ago, respected manufacturer of mopeds and those funny looking three wheeled pick-up trucks, Piaggio, brought out a moped called the Typhoon, and it sold well on the continent, mainly to those who had tired of the staid image of the moped (think Honda Vision, Cub, Monkey bike etc.), and to hire companies, who cashed in on the irresponsible pissed-up Brits who thought it was funny to get pissed up and ride them, thus falling off and breaking their legs. My first encounter with these machines was as an impressionable sixteen year old on the greek island of Kos in 1995, when a group of eight lads all had them on the first week of the holiday. By the end of the second week, there was only one left without a broken limb, and that was only because he got pulled over by the local scum, and thrown in the cells for being drunk in charge of a motor vehicle, therefore, stopped using it and showed what a good example he could set. You may be asking 'What is he going on about?' Well, this move sparked off a revolution, with countless sixteen year old acne-ridden yobs, who, with their naive parents as guarantor, puchased these £2000 machines and started terrorising anyone else who had the audacity to use the roads alongside them. Other models followed the Typhoon, like the Aprillia RS, Area 51, Gilera Runner (which is actually the best selling bike today), and the Peugeot Squab and Speedfight. Together, these mindless wankers are making our roads dangerous and raising our insurance premiums. I pay £800 a year to insure my sensible Honda Accord, which I find comforting to blame on these little shits. Makes me feel better, you see. On Saturday night I was driving along a main road in my native Rainhill, indicating to turn right, when as I was about to turn, one of these little hairdriers overtook me, causing me to miss my turnoff. Fuck. So, I did what any upstanding member of the community would do and chased the fucker. Even with four big lads in my car, these little shits are no match for my it, and we nearly knocked the little fucker into the middle of next week, but he pulled over and shouted 'come back here you fuckin' nobheads!' Well, I would have been rude not to oblige, so I dutifully spun round back after him, to which he mounted a grass verge and fucked off. Bastard. The message is this: we are gonna drive you little cunts OFF the road if it is the last thing we do! So, if you come across one, knock him off, and wait for the Police. Hold your neck and look like you are in immense pain. Tell the babylon he just rode towards you, laughing like a madman and there was no way you could avoid him. Then sit back and wait until your compensation comes in, and voila! You can have a holiday on this guy! Gaz 20th November 2000 @ 1300hrs |
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