bic_bicknell
I keep avoiding the Cadwell Park Crashfest thread.
Because I want to sign up and come.
But there's a terrible moral dilemma involved. Got the twins, (three months old now), got the 20 month old daughter, got the all time consuming job. Got my other two kids as well that I try and see at the weekends. Amy is doing so well managing to cope, sometimes I'm not there enough because of the job. But I try to get home every night in time to cook a meal for everyone and get the kids to sleep. We get about an hour together every night. Quality time? Not sure.... we are so knackered and worn out. Anyone with kids will understand this. Weekends are about a bit of recovery and sharing the load. But OMG I miss the SD time. The Sunday runs, (sorry Kliky), the messing about cleaning and fettling the bike, the needless trips round the bike shops on Saturday morning to look at stuff and just get the bike fired up.
Just to hear the engine running.
Just to put on my leathers.
Just to smell engine oil.
Just to clip my visor down and snick the gearbox into first.
Just to find an open road and tear through the quickshifter,
to hit the apex,
to get the rush,
to breath.
to live.
Do you understand?
fook. I managed to get the 13th at Brands Hatch with some of you guys. I was rusty.
I'm booked onto the 18th for another tiny break of liberation.
But I just don't know how far I can push it with Amy. I'm genuinely think she will not agree to two/three days on her own coping with three kids without me. And I don't really know if it's fair to ask.
So come on you lot. Give me a thread that I can let her read. A thread so I don't need to ask her myself. A thread that I can, one night after I cook her a meal and put the kids to bed and clean up the kitchen and give her a bunch of flowers and tell her I love her and then take her to the computer and say,
"read this"......
If you guys can't put together a compelling argument why I should leave my beautiful girlfriend, mother of my children, best mate, trusted friend, long suffering partner to spend three days with you ugly lot, crashing bikes, talking shit, drinking cheap beer, farting, unwashed, oily, stinking, sweaty.......
.....then I don't know who can.
My fate is in your hands my good friends.
Because I want to sign up and come.
But there's a terrible moral dilemma involved. Got the twins, (three months old now), got the 20 month old daughter, got the all time consuming job. Got my other two kids as well that I try and see at the weekends. Amy is doing so well managing to cope, sometimes I'm not there enough because of the job. But I try to get home every night in time to cook a meal for everyone and get the kids to sleep. We get about an hour together every night. Quality time? Not sure.... we are so knackered and worn out. Anyone with kids will understand this. Weekends are about a bit of recovery and sharing the load. But OMG I miss the SD time. The Sunday runs, (sorry Kliky), the messing about cleaning and fettling the bike, the needless trips round the bike shops on Saturday morning to look at stuff and just get the bike fired up.
Just to hear the engine running.
Just to put on my leathers.
Just to smell engine oil.
Just to clip my visor down and snick the gearbox into first.
Just to find an open road and tear through the quickshifter,
to hit the apex,
to get the rush,
to breath.
to live.
Do you understand?
fook. I managed to get the 13th at Brands Hatch with some of you guys. I was rusty.
I'm booked onto the 18th for another tiny break of liberation.
But I just don't know how far I can push it with Amy. I'm genuinely think she will not agree to two/three days on her own coping with three kids without me. And I don't really know if it's fair to ask.
So come on you lot. Give me a thread that I can let her read. A thread so I don't need to ask her myself. A thread that I can, one night after I cook her a meal and put the kids to bed and clean up the kitchen and give her a bunch of flowers and tell her I love her and then take her to the computer and say,
"read this"......
If you guys can't put together a compelling argument why I should leave my beautiful girlfriend, mother of my children, best mate, trusted friend, long suffering partner to spend three days with you ugly lot, crashing bikes, talking shit, drinking cheap beer, farting, unwashed, oily, stinking, sweaty.......
.....then I don't know who can.
My fate is in your hands my good friends.