|  Written: 30/11/2004 : 16:39. Read 11308 times (5/day). | It is the morning where the gesture of the sleeping rider is fast, technical, and when first time, he managed to stop... the ring its awakening, and then in the income silence, it remains there, breathless, tense ear, buzzing muscles for both dreaded soundThis small clip-clop, promises of the presence of his worst enemy who strikes already on the still closed components:
THE FIRST RAIN OF WINTER!
(Automated translation with microsoft BING)
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Therefore, preparations for the inevitable become battle to accelerate:
(1) First, a breakfast of circumstance is required. The necessary combat calories must be many and the Canadian Breakfast option is selected. Eggs, bacon, sausages, cheese raclette and a good litre of hot coffee will do, the cooking of the Trapper can move to the next step.
(2) The preparation of the necessary equipment. Find the combination of rain, the sur-gants and the sur-bottes (the latter having purchased after the reading of a step-SIO-NANT subject! on M.O) is easy, it is indeed always the same closet which is the presentation of the winter business. Identify the good bag, is even more simple; simply be guided by your smell, that is sure to guide you with precision that you envierait any American fighter pilot to the bag. Dice the opening of the latter, the doubt is allowed: you have found! The urgency is to clothing to ventilate on your balcony just to avoid being the idol of the cats of the building by taking the stairs (not without you swear to dry late winter...) (As last year also). It is returning from the balcony, completely frozen, that another smell tormented you... THE BRULE TOP!
(3) A brief glance at your watch allows you to see that it is too late for you to blast, and, despite the fact that it is now impossible to tell the difference between the bacon egg and cheese, sausages, recognize easily, the form of carbon is cylindrical, you bravely swallow this breakfast: not without have renamed it "Burnfeast" - which you the would seem almost good... - A big mug of coffee transfer you this infected taste that remains in your mouth as if you had chosen to eat in your ashtray.
(4) Fuming Mug in hand, you run you to the window to inform you about the intentions of your opponent of the day, and to something safe and virile, you fattening a huge coffee SIP that instantly Burns you oesophagus, giving you spit the rest of liquid on the curtainsWhile lachant Cup thick sandstone comes crashing on your big toe, you doing regret in the millisecond of never listening to MOM, who constantly repeated you "put your slippers, you'll still catch cold!". Although at the time, the remaining beverage is sufficiently warm for you copiously scalding feet and pull you a ultimate cry of pain.
(-5) Before the extent of the damage, your underwear stained and soiled body, the transition to the shower is necessary, and despite the fact that you had provided this very hot last story to go with an additional asset in this cold morningIt took you resign to warm, take your feet bruised more supporting any heat, and simply pass your socks wool out you a rictus of tension. It's no problem that follow the twenty-five minutes of composed of cotton dressing, polar and other gore-tex conscientiously applied on your body including the internal temperature is growing at the rate of your pathetic rendered more difficult contortions as stacking of successive layers.
(6) The time press now, and yet you do not want to leave without the P % µ # & coffee makes you both want! With constance, you swallow until the last drop this cold beverage (it end as soon that it cools this stuff!) hoping to fall on the final SIP will be sweet as you have not disturbed despite the presence of this dirt on spoon that threatens puncture you an eye each time that you drink....Steps from Bowl, you had not put sugar...(can someone tell me what she fuck this spoon at the secluded!)
To borrow the corridor you is inevitably pass in front of the mirror, and the image that it returns you filled you with melancholy, the limit of the tears, and while your hands take mechanically your keys, your eyes cannot always get this elephant in the so familiar face. A deep inspiration, and you grab your helmet, again focused on so close combat!
(7) After having meticulously activated 4 your front door security locks, you start going down the stairs while trying desperately to pull your house keys in this jacket whose pockets are not found despite the opening of the combi of rain, taking care to not step lacher motorcycle or the helmet, gloves, or the sur-gants all in you balancing of right and left so your knee joints are shackled to clothing, making the practice of this exercise of a dangerousness vertiginous, and although that only your head is exposed, the idea of a fall makes you shiver: too aware that you would have 15 good minutes of struggling to deliver on your legs (ask a turtle as she fights when it is on the back!)
(8) The ordeal of the stairs being conducted smoothly, apart from the fact of crossed cantankerous Jaenin, your old neighbour to compensate Ms. laid you more hate look only to the usual because of the fragrance "Paris mushroom" that you spread on your passageyou are approaching a not firm of your passing steed, and after an enfourchement of the more perilous, completing of equip you the imminent departure to the confrontation. First because of your thick that you think having the difficulty to introduce the key in the neiman, and then to the fogging on the closed visor and gloves, slowly, insidiously, doubt moved... to be ultimately well are the keys to your car you're trying to insert into the barrel since five good minutes!
(9) To none, do you know not, might think that abandoning facing you and that definitely elements allied to the luck you would surely give up to face the situation. That nenni! It is a mere formality for you that go up the stairs, open your apartment, seek the keys to your motorcycle for ten minutes where madness threatens at any moment to capture your overheated mind (effort and helmet always screwed on your skull running sweat are many!); keys, which are naturally in your pocket inside of jacket, where you store all the days since you have a motorcycle and the twelve years... Your delay in the work can no longer go unnoticed, you call your employer to inform him of the reasons for the delay said taking care to detail the complete story of your bad fortune. To which he responds "Fred, so much for one man, you can't find?""Despite an pathetic attempt to prove good faith, it hangs you recommending politely"swiftly move the basis"." What you you use, at the risk of your life, plummeting markets and leave as a tared on your machine!
(10) In fact, this must be half an hour that it rains more....
< hr >
Cordial EVS. Fastfreddy.
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