GJ is entering sa troisieme age... His Third Age. He's going through the Male Menopause, if you will...
And thusly, I find ourselves spending time, on t'Internets, looking at motorbikes and their ilk, and bargaining against others of the same persuasion...
Whither road-sense?
Whither value for money?
Whither my Edwardian dressing table, you may well ask?!
More laters, me bloggy Shredded Wheats!
Ciao Bellas!
6 comments:
third age? nah, l thought third age was 70's???? am l wrong, am l third age then??? nah??? you jest...
saz x
Been there and done it. Nearly ended up as roadkill. Did my back the world of ill.
I somehow can't see you in leather and a helmet clinging on at the back - more like lace and velvet reclining on a chaise longue.
xx
Nasty, dangerous, noisy things...and the bikes are pretty awful too. Still, could be worse I suppose-they usually, and misguidedly turn to DIY.
Lord's way of challenging a man's wisdom I believe.
Hi Fhina,
You could always persuade him to get a sit-on mower instead!
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