FRESH
MEATY
THINGS
11-Dec-2011
CAMOUFLAGE PROVES EFFECTIVE
as Al found out when his latest ride was staked out by the NSW Police Force
bearing
serious weapons.
29-Sep-2011
WINDSCREEN EASILY REMOVED AND REPLACED
according to Boris, even for someone with a hot French manicure and the
mechanical ability of a lost pony. We'll be hanging around outside the
accountant's office when he puts his expenses in after
this one.
20-Aug-2011
INDEE 500 RACE REPORT
Yes, we do have a sub-editor. No, not Indianapolis.
The other one.
26-Jun-2011
GIRL CALLED MARY VISIBLY UPSET
as Ian and Snowy go for a trail ride with an
unusually low body count. For them.
17-Mar-2011
AIR SUCKED BETWEEN TEETH
by the bloke at the Buchan servo, as Dan and Al take the
scenic route back
from WSBK 2011.
13-Mar-2011
FICTITIOUS JOURNEY RECOUNTED
as Boris pens a fictional account of his fictitious ride to WSBK 2011 Phillip Island with his
imaginary friends.
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Places where the other denizens expect to be addressed as "Your Eminence",
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