Sunday: Boof is a windup toy- and I found his winder. After a half-hour or so of non-stop pounding (yes, I was just about dead from exhaustion but I wasn't slowing up) a huge spasm ripples through his body and he leaps forward as if launched from a cannon. "what did you do that for, do you want a break?" "no", he said, "I don't know why that happened, it wasn't ME that did it.." *giggle giggle* Monday: Denial wil get you nowhere Boof, as you did it again this morning- though only a little bit this time.
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The silver BMW sped past us in the inside lane, the young driver using the car's handling and power to full advantage as she sliced and diced her way through the heavy traffic. Being on the bike we of course caught up with her at every traffic light. A BMW may be fast, I thought, but even a powerful late-model 328ci coupe was no match for an 1100cc motorbike. Until she noticed us- Boof took off from one set of lights a little faster than her, and instantly her attention was on us. The next lights led onto the motorway, and as we sat facing the red glow she was determinedly not looking at us. The lights went green, Boof dropped the clutch and was off the mark like lightning. Except the BMW was quicker. Not even marginally quicker- we were comprehensively thrashed. I'm impressed. I want one. Though the Piazza will be faster once its finished. Once its finished .Which may take a while.
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