Motorcycle Emptyheadedness
I once had a motorcycle which, while it was a thing of beauty to look at, didn't handle that well. To be honest, it cornered about as well as a drunken puppy on an ice rink. But, at the time it was the most expensive vehicle I'd ever bought, so rather than do the sensible thing, which was to ditch it for something better, I decided to set myself the challenge of mastering the twitchy bitch.

So every day on my regular work commute, I'd practice the various corners. There was one in particular that I found difficult, and I could never seem to get it right.

Then one day, everything slotted into place, and I made the perfect turn. Mark Webber would have paused in his violent pummelling of Sebastian Vettel to applaud from the side-lines, as I powered past the apex in perfect balance, and smugly rode off down the road with that sense of mastery over a machine that comes all too rarely.

Then I remembered that it was Saturday, and I wasn't going to work, so I was now heading in entirely the wrong direction.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Tue 26 Mar 2013, 11:13, 4 replies)

That would have got a click for the subject alone :)

(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Tue 26 Mar 2013, 12:36, closed)

You are never.
Heading in the wrong direction riding a bike. Because it's always fun. Unless it's raining, And your waterproof's leak.
(Pill Popper Thank you Sasha Shulgin, Tue 26 Mar 2013, 17:27, closed)

Or you are heading towards Hull.
(baldpig pee'd in your pool on, Wed 27 Mar 2013, 1:18, closed)

Worse - I was heading towards Worthing

(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Wed 27 Mar 2013, 11:00, closed)