Sixy_the_red wrote:
Basingwerk - I'd suggest that you don't get to talk to many women full stop.
Yeah – I put it down to my glasses, although I’ve always been spotty, fat, old looking and ugly, even when I was a baby!
Sixy_the_red wrote:
I'm a woman, and I frequently exceed the speed limit. (That sounded like some kind of 'speeders anonymous' thing!

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Yeah. But would you whine like a cry-baby if you got caught, or take it on the chin, Sixy_the_red? Gritty looking bike by the way. I used to ride Kawasaki Triples and a BMW. Wouldn’t mind a Ducati, but funds are stretched at present.
Sixy_the_red wrote:
I generally won't exceed the speed limits in 30 zones because (generally) its not actually safe to do so, (and there are some 30 zones around my house where it isn't safe to do 20)
That is my major concern. Most of these slackers can’t even arsed to do that. If you keep to the 30 and 40s, I can’t complain about you. I’ve given up on the m-ways – people do as they please anyway. One problem I have with raising the NSL is that most of the slackers will think that it is an invitation to tailgate 60 mph people even more than they do now.
Sixy_the_red wrote:
This morning I think I was doing about 90mph along there on the bike, and I felt confortable and relaxed, and wasn't posing any risk to anyone! That said, there's times on the same road that it isn't safe to do 40mph because it can suffer from fog and low cloud.
Do you live in Newfoundland?
Sixy_the_red wrote:
Its nothing to do with testosterone - the little prick in his boyed up cleo who's trying to impress some little slapper is testosterone fueled, and he IS a menace, but your average 'speeding' motorist is doing exactly what I do - driving to the conditions.
Gosh, it sound’s like you have it in for Renault drivers like me!
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I won't deny that reps are a menace to society because in my experience, every time I've been given hassle on the motorway by someone its been a rep,
I know. If I had my way, I’d chemically castrate every last one of them, followed immediately by the white van men. Except ice-cream van drivers, who seem to drive fairly considerately, presumably because they don’t want to kill their customers.