Thanks to the Colonel for a Finger Lickin Good ride out on Sunday the 6th. July.

At the beginning the Colonel explained the Menu, and this Served to ensure that anyone who fell behind would Ketchup.

There was more than enough to go round, with a Variety Meal of roads from a Twister, to a hill climb, that stood out from the landscape like a Tower Burger, so high it made our ears Popcorn Chicken.

We had a few well-chosen stops, which gave us plenty of time for a Three Piece Meal, or two (Alan).

Loll was sorry she bought her yellow jacket, although she is now fully aware what the bloke who sold it to her meant when he said "Do you want fly's with that."

Jeff was like a strutting cock with his new clean shiny bike, he certainly has not been 'holding the Mayo' over it. Mind you it's made his Coleslaw go away. I'm never going to kiss him again no matter how much Rock Oil he gives me.

Terry came along…………….Bargain Bucket!

Steve got himself a new biker bitch, at one of our stops. Bit unsocial able though as she left BBQ Beans everywhere. Didn't stop him from giving her a Family Feast mind you.

Karen thought it would be the ideal time to try out some new panty pads, you know the ones with Hot Wings. Unfortunately they did not work, and it left her with Crispy Strips.

After a long days ride Alan on returning from the toilet was walking rather funny. We all guessed he was saddle sore, "No" he said "I had a curry last night, now I've got a bit of a Zinger". Several Napkins smothered in Preparation H should sort that out Son!

We were all anxious to know the full details of the route we had ridden, but the Colonel told us "Don't be a Thick Shake, it's a Secret Recipe".

What about me, I hear you all asking. Well on my way back, I was thinking I might pull off a bit of an Avalanche when I get home. Only thing was, I couldn't Go Large and wasted a perfectly good Clean-Up-Tissue.

Geoff Harris.
GCE Grade 5, Woodwork.

P.S. It wasn't me. The voices told me I had to write this!