CAR NOT DETECTED
I went out to Westmead Hospital with Bly and asked for the NSDAP ward and they showed us to it and Marty was there asleep. We knew he was recovering from some major abdominal surgery. “Bloody Germans”, we said, and woke him up.
I gave him some BIKE ME! stickers to put on the machine that goes ping. He told us lots of stories about disgusting diseases and such until we looked at our watches and said “Good God, is that the time?” and remembered an appointment we had, and left.
I paid five bucks for a parking ticket, but Bly just went around the boom gate on his Ducati. I stopped my VFR in front of the boom gate and put my ticket in the machine, and the screen said “CAR NOT DETECTED” and wouldn’t take my ticket, so I went around the boom gate too.
It was very stressful riding peak hour traffic from Sydney to Westmead, and I feel sorry for people who do it every day, except Boris, who does it on a GoldWing with all the lights on high beam and profane black rappers on the stereo; and frightens people.
If I did that trip every day, I would need a third bike. Maybe a CB400, or a Ninja 300.
About the Author
Al Al does a bit of everything, and likes hanging around with Boris, because there are generally motorcycles and whiskey, and because hilarity generally ensues. He wastes his spare time not moderating the BIKE ME! forums, where he posts occasionally and is regarded as unfair, unbalanced and unmedicated. Shows how much THEY know.
