Turning In Your Sport Touring Card

[Orson]

Today, I rode a total of about 2 hours then returned to my hotel.

Then I lounged in the pool before enjoying a meal where the pianist played the Bee Gees "How Deep Is Your Love" and the sommelier spoke six languages.

Holy F@ck! Whut happened to me??? I used to be a riding machine!!!

I am so ashamed.

[ConPilot1]

I am so ashamed.

You should be. You ride Guzzi's.  

[bomber]

I was with ya til you mentioned the BeeGees . . . . .  . turn in your card.

(btw, ABBA woulda been worse).

[bubba zanetti]

Now, now ... one needs a good "pool day" following a relatively short ride. And that second martini, double olives please, allows one to distance themselves from the mundane life we all lead and grasp fully the pleasures to come. Do not turn in your card, but park it instead and ask the busty dark haired beauty at the front desk, wearing the satin blouse and contrasting cummerbund, to keep it in her safe till tomorrow.

Now sit back, relax and get your mojo on with a request for Copa Cabana by that god of the pool deck ...  Barry !  

[Rincewind]

As long as you take a lot of riding pics, I will let it slide.  Poolside pics are ok, too.  

[Blunder]

Poolside pics are ok, too.  

That depends. Frolicking nubile topless euro-chick shots are ok. Fat German industrialists in Speedos are not.

[R Doug]

I'll give you a break as long as you didn't park the bike in a place that could be seen from the pool area.  If so, then you're a poser today.

[county]

Holy F@ck! Whut happened to me???

"How deep is Your love"   ????   Sounds like you may be coming out soon, not that there is anything wrong with that.

[Mr. Whippy]

"How deep is Your love"   ????   Sounds like you may be coming out soon, not that there is anything wrong with that.

More importantly, did his helmet match his scooter fenders?

[Hambonee]

You should shouldn't be. You ride Guzzi's.  

FIFY  

[atadaskew]

You should be. You ride Guzzi's.  

Ride Guzzi's what?

[DogBoy]

"How deep is Your love"   ????   Sounds like you may be coming out soon, not that there is anything wrong with that.

That was THE OFFICIAL slow dancing song when I was in Junior High. I have a lot fond memories because of that song.  


Back on topic. Orson I think you need a different bike. Try a high revving I-4 sportbike or a supermoto.  

[atadaskew]

Today, I rode a total of about 2 hours then returned to my hotel.

What bike were you riding?

2 hours on a Guzzi has the soul satisfying powers of 2 weeks on a Honda.

It's powerful stuff..

[dietDrThunder]

What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their Sunday Mirrors, complaining about the tea - "Oh they don't make it properly here, do they, not like at home" - and stopping at Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg and sitting in their cotton frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh 'cos they "overdid it on the first day."

[st2sam]

Take five buddy, don't be so hard on yourself...
Heavy handed moderating isn't easy, lots of pressure for a guy your age.  

If you'll post a couple a pictures of the bikini babes by the pool we'll just add a zero to your riding time for the day, who's gonna no?  

[county]

More importantly, did his helmet match his scooter fenders?

Well, the waiter spoke six languages but was he cute...???

[dietDrThunder]

...and being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellvueses and Continentales with their modern international luxury roomettes and draught Red Barrel and swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss the bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night the hotel has a bloody cabaret in the bar, featuring a tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some bloated fat tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners.

[Mr. Whippy]

Well, the waiter spoke six languages but was he cute...???

Look, 2 hours with a helmet on is enough to muss up just about anybody's doo.  If that's not sport-touring, I don't know what is.

[bikerfish1100]

That depends. Frolicking nubile topless euro-chick shots are ok. Fat Canuckian industrialists in Speedos are not.

fify

[Stormcrow]

Today, I rode a total of about 2 hours then returned to my hotel.

Then I lounged in the pool before enjoying a meal where the pianist played the Bee Gees "How Deep Is Your Love" and the sommelier spoke six languages.

Holy F@ck! Whut happened to me??? I used to be a riding machine!!!

I am so ashamed.

Please. It's what we all secretly aspire to (maybe without the Bee Gees, though)
It strikes me as being akin to James Bond rising from the water, shrugging off his wetsuit, and walking into the cocktail party in a perfectly pressed tuxedo while casually snatching a martini from the water's tray.

Carry on Sir!