feetabix
Retrobike Rider
Part confession, part time killer as I am sat thinking about it, coming up......I have always been involved in the world of driving, as some of you will know, and my licence is important to me......no licence, no job!......after an adolescence dotted with BMW ownership, and a realisation that I had never owned anything that had left a Bavarian factory with an 'm' on it, I took a pre-emptive strike at my mid life crisis and bought a manual e46 m3 coupe.......for those that haven't moved away from the page,bored,it was estoril blue in colour, and very slightly breathed on......362 on a mates mates dyno..... .....one summers sunday morning I departed for a track day at silverstone, the first of two consecutive weekends there....I departed home at about 6am and started my journey, glorious morning sunshine, dry roads and next to no traffic......10 miles in, fluids suitably distributed and warmed, and on a 2ish mile arrow straight section of road (thanks to a certain mr ceaser) I set about seeing how honest the manufacturer had been with its other German rivals in limiting its top speed to avoid an expensive speed war.......I treated the residents at wibtoft swingers club and the brewery at willey to my idea of a metallic 6 pot alarm call, and arrived a little wider eyed at dirft not long afterwards......my one ,last moment, glance down confirmed someone had not been 'entirely' truthful to Mercedes Benz at some point!........
.......roll on to the next weekend.......this time my dad was in the passenger seat, and knowing his lack of confidence in cars, I repeated the route but at a nice sedate 60mph.......in the layby at the end of the road, tucked into the bushes, 6.45 am, deserted road, was a speed camera!!.....the week before had it been there I would have ended up sewing mail bags!!..... :shock: .......I still shiver!.....I sold the car not long after......told everyone it was the sensible thing to do, knowing inside it had to go!.....
.......roll on to the next weekend.......this time my dad was in the passenger seat, and knowing his lack of confidence in cars, I repeated the route but at a nice sedate 60mph.......in the layby at the end of the road, tucked into the bushes, 6.45 am, deserted road, was a speed camera!!.....the week before had it been there I would have ended up sewing mail bags!!..... :shock: .......I still shiver!.....I sold the car not long after......told everyone it was the sensible thing to do, knowing inside it had to go!.....