Bob Chilcoat wrote:

A friend of mine in the UK describes the time he bought one of those 50 cc,
eighteen-gear, six-valve racing bikes that used to be popular over there,
and decided to see what it would actually do on the local motorway. He ran
it up through the gears and then stretched out on his stomach on the seat to
get the maximum streamlining. There he was, stretched out perfectly prone
with his toes pointed out the back, waiting for the speed to creep up to 80
mph or so, engine screaming at near ultrasonic speeds, when he was suddenly
passed by a big Vincent being driven by a old guy in a tweed jacket and
deerstalker hat, sitting bolt upright smoking a pipe. The guy just glanced
over at him curiously and continued on his way. My friend was so
embarrassed that he got back up, turned off at the next exit and went home.
He sold the bike a few weeks later.

--
Bob (Chief Pilot, White Knuckle Airways)

Bully for the Guy in the Tweed. Played his part to a T. Your friend
so it would seem was trying to transcend into someone he wasn't and realized.

Martin
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Martin Eastburn, Barbara Eastburn
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