Hello people, have been stalking this forum and benefiting from its rich pickings of info when it comes to answers needed for various Ducati problems and idiosyncrasies. Have had a fair few Ducati’s over the years and have enjoyed them, except my 848 which crapped its pants and looked like the tin man had sneezed nuts and bolts over the road behind it. Recently gave up racing motocross which has been my passion since I was a boy but the years of broken bones and injuries have finally cashed in their chips on me and I am now paying the price. Currently ride an 1199 panigale and my commuter bike is my husaberg 650 supermoto which is an animal of a machine. Still ride mx but not competitively anymore, just for fun lol. General interests include lap dancing bars race meets, pubs, copious amounts of exercise and banter with like minded people, have absolutely no interest in talking about politics as I believe it’s like herpes and once you start with that subject you will never get rid of it. Consider myself to be of a generation when men were men and not the uncertain types you find today in every coffee shop over Britain with bad neck tattoos, beards and abnormally skinny jeans whilst wearing no socks. Can’t stand keyboard warriors who would piss their pants at the slightest whiff of a physical altercation. I also think that pubs should bring back that peanut board that when bags were removed a lovely lady appeared. So there you have it A brief introduction to my tormented life.
If I was it would be an incestuous relationship as I bet she bangs like a shit house door in a thunderstorm
Hey rabbit where’s ya bins you should know I like my bins We like pics too Welcome partly into our mad house
