Greetings,
It was a cold night, the birds had silenced in the trees, and squirrels ran for covers as the wind picked up and blew across the forest floor… high on a hill top there stood a shadow, a dark figure… nothing but and outline, no detail could be seen. A fog surrounded this masked man. Who was this creature.
He was a loner… a knight of his modern time, poised like a bedspring ready for the fight of his life,
Standing alone but wanting others to stand beside him he called… “iiiiiiii rrrriiiiidddddeeee aaaa fffffiiirrreebblllaaddee”
The heavens opened and the shining light was born in the realms of a new world called “the london biker”
A foreigner from parts they called Essex but a mercenary who works in limehouse E14,
A justice keeper of the parish, fighting a war armed with a stick a small can of spray and a silly hat the knight looked at his task and sighed.
A Ghost rider… a fireblade owner… an unknown quantity. (and a meticulous cleaner - ocd me thinks!!)
And he was welcomed with a poke and a slap like so many others.
Well maybe that tells you something or nothing, either way… HI there, Theshininglight here aka Dicky/Richy/rich whatever
Fireblade 2004 rider (preferably when it’s dry) and introduced by a colleague at work to this forum - hope the above wasn’t to weird but couldn’t think what to write.
Looking forward to large slaps and pokes (ahem)
remember “When you are in doubt, be still, and wait”
Be Good
TheShiningLight