Last week amid the hustle and bustle of the fantastic Jorvik Viking Festival I was given a treat. It was a new experience, and after 500 years I have come to find those rare indeed. My good friend and landlady of The Golden Fleece Inn took me to see some motorbikes. Now I have seen these powerful beasts on the street and always been intrigued. I have been told they are fuelled by 'horse power' but I cannot make heads or tails where these horses sit, so I was quite keen to see for my self. I had only had 4 pints of Old Peculiar, and got an early night the retiring at 3am with only a humble two ladies to warm my bones.
There were two breed for my to try. The first was a big orange Chopper.
This beast reminded me of a woman I once knew. Resting, she was fearsome sight lying twice as wide as I am tall. I took her round the block and she almost threw me off, but we worked up a good rhythm and by God I felt alive.
Second was this Triumph.
Any bike enthusiast, who I can now call myself one of, will love this machine. Wheels had been changed for huge rollers like the belly of a pig. This one went like peasant at the bar too. I took her out of town and scared a few chickens.
Thanks to 659659 Taxis, who lent me the bike and let me put my foot bone down.
If you need a ride, give them a call and I can pick you up in the chopper, if you dare.
Also support my home, and help me keep and award winning roof above my head. Vote the Golden Fleece Inn as Pub of the year on
http://www.visityork.org/
Next time you are in town, come cross glasses with me, you know where I am.
Saul Goodfellow
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