Ok, so the weather here is on the improve and I knock off work early on Fridays, so I parked the company car and fired up my beautiful BMW K1100LT for a quick 100 mile tool around the countryside.
I dropped around to SteveK0's place, but either he heard me coming and hid under his bed, or just wasn't home, so i couldn't grace him with my presence and drink all his beer. With plan A shot to pieces, I continued on to my favourite pub, the (aptly named) Beveridge Hotel, where I quaffed a couple of pints of "Pure Blonde", and continued on my way.
Now there's a great stretch of dead straight road behind the pub that runs through about 5 miles of farmland, with a slight downhill and infrequent traffic, and I've previously seen 120 MPH on my CB750K1 and 145 MPH on my Suzy GS1000S, but luckily I was just putting along at about 60 when a bloody cow the size of an F100 ran straight into my path!
Luckily the BMW is equipped with modern Brembo 4 piston brakes and ABS to boot, so I was able to pull the bike up and swerve around this "beef mountain", but it was a "near thing". I was so close I could smell it, and no joke, I'm a big bloke, but this things head was as wide as my chest! Jeehosefat!
Anyway, I sat there watching as the enormous cow trotted up the road towards the pub, and as there is a busy major highway only a couple of miles further on, I rang the cops and they were gonna come and and try to wrangle it back into whatever farm it belonged to. Good thing too, it's a pretty quiet road, but if someone did hit it on a bike or even in a car, I reckon they'd come off second best!
Anyone wanna see a pic of my undies? The skid mark in them is longer than the one I left on the road! Ha ha, Cheers, Terry.
