Dear Mr Feeney,<\/p>\n
Does your wickedness know no bounds? Are you completely without pity? Have you no sense of propriety?<\/p>\n
Look at yourself.<\/p>\n
How can so much base cruelty reside in such a compact package?<\/p>\n
You have cursed me and I am truly damned.<\/p>\n
And as long as Don Tamburini\u2019s seditious red sex-rack sits in my garage, demanding I mainline its growling evil until my arteries burst and police snipers farewell me with well-placed rounds, I will remain that way.<\/p>\n
And you, sir, are totally responsible.<\/p>\n
What the hell\u2019s going on here?<\/p>\n
Why is that red thing still hunched in the shed beaming its sexy-time sorcery at me?<\/p>\n
Why haven\u2019t you asked for it back? Surely there is someone else you know who needs his neatly-piled shit kicked all over the paddock?<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t you know that I\u2019m irresponsible, cynical, arrogant, and offensive? I drink, I gamble and I\u2019ve been with loose women.<\/p>\n
I have absolutely no business riding an MV Agusta 312R.<\/p>\n
Mr Feeney, the cops look at me like I\u2019ve stolen the damn thing. I have tattoos, for Christ\u2019s sake!<\/p>\n
What the hell were you thinking when you gave it to me?<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t you understand that I do not have the coping skills for this?<\/p>\n
Have you forgotten how these bike-test thingies work?<\/p>\n
Bike-mag employee gets bike, bike-mag employee rides bike for a few days (or a few hours), bike-mag employee writes down his impressions of bike and gives bike back.<\/p>\n
He doesn\u2019t set up bloody house with it!<\/p>\n
It\u2019s like suddenly attempting a meaningful relationship with a long-legged, perfectly-featured, centerfold sex-princess after a lifetime of dating fat-chinned mooters who smell like ulcers. But, as you well know, sir \u2013 exotic and dangerous girlfriends are not long-term prospects if a man wants to retain his sanity. A night or three, sure. Perhaps an extra few weekends if you\u2019re still in denial each time she kicks off her $200 panties, pours Cointreau down her belly and starts dancing on the coffee table in six-inch heels. But certainly not longer.<\/p>\n
Surely a man of your wisdom and experience would know this? You\u2019ve surely got the look of a man who\u2019s seen some things.<\/p>\n
Well, I\u2019ve seen some things, too.<\/p>\n
Just the other week I saw this stunning girl actually stop as she was crossing the street, walk over to where I was sat at the lights, put her hand on my arm and say in a voice tinkling with sin: \u201cThat is the hottest bike I have ever seen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Had I been 20 years younger, I would have shown her that it was indeed the hottest bike in the world by sticking her on the back and seeing her fabulous leg-skin blister from the radiant heat of its exhaust system.<\/p>\n
But cos I was sweating like a gnu, and she spooked me, I only made fish-noises at her until she walked off.<\/p>\n
As you can see, Mr Feeney, my coping skills are just not up to dealing with over-stimulated bank tellers \u2013 and I shudder to think how embarrassed I\u2019d be if it happened again \u2013 especially as the summer heats up and office girls wear less, strut more and become bold enough to stalk me while I\u2019m minding my own business and baking in traffic.<\/p>\n
And then there\u2019s the criminal intensity this two-wheeled wog-fetish has injected into my riding.<\/p>\n
Well may that Nicky Hayden ask, \u201cWhat\u2019s up with that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cos ever since I realised that pain was just a sign of weakness leaving my body, not a damn thing.<\/p>\n
After all the miles we\u2019ve done, the pain has either gone or ceased to matter \u2013 and thus transcended itself. All my meaty stuff that used to hurt, no longer hurts. Some of it just goes automatically numb when I pull the ignition key out of my pocket; the rest seems to have acclimatised to the ergonomic challenge \u2013 which I freely admit is a vital part of the whole MV encounter. The world\u2019s most intense riding experience quite rightly treats one\u2019s comfort levels with contempt. Riding MVs ain\u2019t about gently cradling one\u2019s jelly-filled glutes, or allowing one\u2019s creaky old-moll blood to go where it wants.<\/p>\n
Riding MVs is all about riding MVs. Deal with it, or admit it is beyond you \u2013 because you are too much of a passionless (but practical) butt-cork \u2013 and go out shopping for frocks.<\/p>\n
You, Mr Feeney, have known this for a long time, haven\u2019t you?<\/p>\n
And you still gave it to my fat arse?<\/p>\n
Bastard.<\/p>\n
But I have dealt with it. I am frock-free.<\/p>\n
In all the time I\u2019ve had your Italian debauchery, there has not been a single ride that has not taken my breath away. There has not been a moment I\u2019ve looked at it and thought it needed something extra\u2026except maybe racing slicks. And there has not been a nanosecond that caused me to doubt its abilities, then immediately ponder how very much they exceeded mine.<\/p>\n
In 30-odd years of motorcycle riding, this is the first motorcycle I can say that about.<\/p>\n
And thus while it resides in care, my life becomes an ever-deepening pile of shit and madness.<\/p>\n
I just thought you\u2019d want to know.<\/p>\n
Say Hi to the Husky Chix for me.<\/p>\n
Kind regards,<\/p>\n
Boris.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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