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Seeing as though no one wants to play the betting game, what's everybodies predictions? World Champ = Fugi Runner up = Raga Third = Bou

I was being fairly generous to drum up trade, seems folk round here don't know a good deal when they see one.

ok, so Cota Kid has filled his boots on a Lampkin win, any more takers? You can PM me if you're shy!

I was only dumb enough to carry a rucksack once. If it doesn't go in my Moose bag which doubles up as a seat or in my pockets, it isn't going. I hate riding sections with a bag on & the amount of time / energy saved not actually walking right to the End Cards of every section is significant. Don't bother with goggles either, just use a pair of safety glasses which go in the pocket when not in use. It's best to keep them in a plastic bag though as the peat acts like grinding paste & you can't see bugger all through them by midweek. Ishy is wearing his wellies & fitting an armchair to his bike this year but that's another story.

Same as with any other bike go through it from front to back & check everything, replace anything that's worn, make sure you fit a mudflap. Also ride it at least once to make sure you've put everything back together properly. Then all you have to do is let the Army fill it with gas & off you go.

A virile, middle aged Italian gentlemen named Guido was relaxing at his favorite bar in Rome when he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde woman. Things progressed to the point where he led her back to his apartment and, after some small talk, they retired to his bedroom where he rattled her senseless. After a pleasant interlude he asked with a smile, "So, you finish?" She paused for a second, frowned, and replied, "No." Surprised, Guido reached for her and the rattling resumed. This time she thrashed about wildly and there were screams of passion. The sex finally ends and, again, Guido smiles and asks, "You finish?" Again, after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer to him and softly says, "No." Stunned, but damned if he was going to leave this woman unsatisfied, Guido reaches for the woman yet again. Using the last of his strength, he barely manages it, but they end together screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping the bed sheets. Exhausted, Guido falls onto his back, gasping Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles proudly and asked again, "You finish?" Barely able to speak, the beautiful blonde whispers in his ear, "No, I Norwegian."

Fujigas 11/4 Bou 11/4 Raga 11/4 Cabestany 4 Lampkin 8 to win world championship only

You get support from all the Importers at the SSDT, not all of them put on bait but the bike servicing is the same from them all.

How much? On who? At what odds? List me the runners & I'll offer you odds on them.

aye it's a bugger when there's you, me Kinnel & HL about & we can't chat.

Tha'll have grand fun chasin' that chubby lad kinnel round't moors in May then.

He rode last year on a Gasser complete with heated grips.

is that why you never came back to the UK?

Why Perce!! tha fancy a bit of Ringo's bike stand If they do stuff like that over yonder ahs not visiting.

I've a list of runners & riders ready for publication when I've time to write a covering article. Your name's on the list but can be removed if you carry on whinging

Is Ringo holding that bike in the Avatar or is it just balanced?

That'd be Appleyards part-ex department I think.

Would that be the master bates technique then?

Trials riders are tight arses, they tend not to pay over the odds for anything.

My money is on the spokes leaking. For large tank use the bath but preferably when the woman who must be obeyed is out shopping.

& I thought you only had eyes for the fat lass with the flat tank, do you like it when she's a dirty girl? I've got this awful vision of you, the bike & the lycra suit.

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/1,,2007110349,00.html

I beg your pardon? If I see fit to comment on the recent plethera of van ads then I will do so. Oh and click here I was stunned he managed to do one post without SHOUTING.