You are riding through a fuffing cloud, rivulets of water criss-cross your vizor, blinding you. Raising the vizor gives the instant relief of 20 yds visibility. You have seen no sign of human activity or presence for 5 mins. There is an eerie darkness, akin to a solar eclipse. Though the road is designated "national speed limit", you are riding at 5-10 mph with both feet off the rests and dangling an inch or so off the deck. . The road has a massive fuffing camber and is badly fuffing maintained. There are potholes, and the slippery surface is worstened by fuffing loose gravel and fuffing animal droppings. A near gale is threatening to seperate you from your trusty steed and toss you into the zillion fuffing ft drop on the right. Far below fuffing dragons are guarding their eggs. You are constantly harried by marauding fuffing sheep from the left. You imagine fuffing Gollum leaping onto your back from behind a rock. Then...oh-so-slowly a particularly white patch of mist forms and graually solidifies into a white square. It is a warning sign placed by the local Warlord. Finally the terrifying runic symbols are legible...fuffing speed camera !!!
_________________ Four wheels move the body - 2 wheels move the soul.
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