The women behind the builds....

[SteveRedd]

But what I REALLY resent is that being a female, when I want to get out to the garage to work on the trike, it has to wait till I've cooked the dinner and done the washing and the Tesco order........


 

Well it's your own fault....I do the all cooking and the  a lot of the shopping, so you should have chosen better     

...and since when was it a females job to cook...it's a proven fact that all the best cooks are men 

[kevsky]

treading on thin ice there mate

[SteveRedd]

she knows I'm only joking












...I hope

[madron]

well i dont mind doin my share of cookin n cleanin as our lass is always helping me she is nearly as much a petrolhead as me an if you saw my house and scrapyard (not garden) its full of projects i think i lost count at 29
one day a couple of mates turned up to me washing pots while she was stripping clutch on my triumph chop in front hallway they just couldnt believe there eyes  lol

[BikerGran]

Back in the 1920s my dad was in the Navy and while he was away my mum used to strip and decoke his Harley engine ready for him to rebuild when he got home on leave.

[kevsky]

Now BG you must be so proud of your mum
I remember as a kid my little firery mum (5 ft 3 in)screaming at my (6ft 2 in 22 stone ) old fellow
(now just imagine a council house way back when men were men and women didn't wear dungerees and they had an outside lavvie and the posh one's had an inside bathroom)

mum: what the bleeping  hell is the norton doing in my  bleeping  kitchen why can't you put it in  the bleeping   bathroom
dad:cos the speedtwins in the bathroom
mum;why don't you put  bleeping  speedtwin in the  bleeping  bath
dad:cos the cubs in the bath
mum;ok you  bleeping big bleeping  bleeping  what do you want for your tea
you can put your own words to the bleeping bits  but I can assure yiou they are all stronger than bugger 

[BikerGran]

Odd thing was I never knew about my mum and the Harley, or even that my dad had been a biker, till I was visiting an old aunt some time after Dad's death, and got talking about the fact my daughter and her hubby were bikers.  Aunt Margaret said 'do they go to the island?' and I didn't even know what she meant!  Turned out my uncle (Mum's brother) used to race a bike he'd built himself, my Dad was a mate of his and that's how he met my mum - so you could say I only exist because of motorcycles!