Bikers' Banter

Spain
First stop fuel. Pull up next to pump. Mr Twatman pulls up next to me, and hits me with his pannier.
FFS, you nearly had me off.
What?
Move foward, you're pushing on my exhaust.
He moves about 3 inches.
Attendant finally arrives and starts filling me up. Suddenly, bike tips over again and i fight to hold it up. Mr Twatman had put his on the sidestand.
I stuggle to keep it upright as the attendant fills it up, while I'm complaining to Mr Twatman. He obviously doesn't think it is a problem, but I'm pretty sure he's laughing under his helmet.
Mine is full, so i carefully back out from under Mr T's panniers, so the chap can fill his up. Then i hear, oi, watch my bike.
Twat.
Made him pay for brunch

I can't believe the stupidness of some people. I often had them park next to me in the bike park, at work. So close that at times I couldn't get the bike upright at all as some monster would be leaning over my little Harley.

I try and think before I get in anybody's way.

I enjoyed the telling of it though. I could picture it all happening

Lol Ninja......Ahh, the joys of married life and shared interests !!!