Boneshakers & bagpipers! ...The training begins!
Okay, you guys asked for it! Don't say I didn't warn you....
This top picture while a bit grainy, is the first picture given to me taken last week while in my full Scottish attire. Too bad you can't see my sexy knees... But for those of you who REALLY want to see my sexy legs I have the first photo of me following my first attempts at training for this upcoming 106 mile ride. I still have not replaced "Ol' Bone-Shaker" yet! I'm pretty sure I purchased that "mean green" thing before the Cruiser BOSTON was even scrapped, so besides predating the submarines existance you could call it a relic from the days of the CA-69 (Hahaha!)
Anyway, after work I went out and rode about nine miles which took me all of perhaps 35 minutes....but at this point, my tender-butt can't handle much more! I think I'll have to build-up callouses on those butt-cheeks before June 3rd comes around!
posted by ex-nuke bubblehead at
8:35 AM
7 Comments:
Arrrrgh! Laddie, dinna you ken the fact that me sporrran was hangin' a wee bit low because I only had six minutes to get in tae my kilt! I canna teel' ya' how much thacght whole ootfit cost me!
I'd only had the pipes a week when I was on stage, but once I got the drones tuned and playin' and blowin' it was soundin' mighty fine hearin' the skirlin' o' the pipes, until I started playin' the chanter! Owww!
A lot o' Folks will tell ye' a kilt
Is not the thing tae wear,
If fact, they'll say a kilt is oot o' date,
Well, I have got ma' reasons,
Fer wearin' one and so,
I'll tell ye' if you only care to wait!
I used to wear a pair o' breeks before I took a wife,
But after I'd been wed a week or three,
I sold my troosers, bought this kilt, the reason was because,
I'll explain it if you listen noo tae me;
Ev'ry nicht I used to hing my troosers up
On the back o' the bedroom door.
I ken the day, I must have been a jay!
I never hing them up any more;
For the wife she used to ramble thro' my pooches
When I was fast asleep aneath the quilt;
In the mornin' when I woke,
I was always stony broke,
That's the reason noo I wear a kilt.
I never would have found her oot, but one nicht I cam' hame.
I was feelin' very queer aboot the head;
I soon was in the land o' dreams, but when I woke at 3 a.m.
And there she was a standin' up in bed.
She said "Hush-weesh! be quiet! there's burglars! dinna mak' a fuss!
I'm feelin's in your pooches for a gun."
I don't ken if she was or not, but all I ken is this,
There was naethin' in those pooches when she'd done.
Ev'ry nicht I used to hing my troosers up
On the back o' the bedroom door.
I ken the day, I must have been a jay!
I never hing them up any more;
For the wife she used to ramble thro' my pooches
When I was fast asleep aneath the quilt;
In the mornin' when I woke,
I was always stony broke,
That's the reason noo I wear a kilt!!
thanks for your opinion on the wedding blog.....an unbiased man's opinion is always helpful.
until next time, adios....
You people in NY.state sure talk funny! Gruce ,I really like your dress,I always did like plaid,HA HA! If you shaved off that mustache,you could go to the reunion as Wes...but then Why?
THANK YOU ! THANK YOU !
Ray
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Hey, better wear a kilt instead!
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