Post by pantah on Apr 22, 2020 16:13:46 GMT
After a bit of bike courier banter with Elnoodle it got me thinking if any other Banzai cunts had experienced the insane world of bike couriering (made up word).
I tried it for a couple of months after taking redundancy and thinking it would be a laugh to make money riding my bike. It was February so that was my first challenge and i decided to use my Ducati Pantah and not a shitty CX500 or CR250. To be fair the Pantah was excellent but riding in all weathers took it's toll and although i was only 30 at the time my body took a fucking pounding.
I used to get paid £1.90 a mile and had to pay for petrol, upkeep and rent the radio so the money was shite and the risks were high. I laid it on the line every day cos it every job was desperate.
One day when i was on a rural run to a private house i went on to reserve and realised the key to the locking cap was at home (idiot) so i loyally delivered the parcel then economically tried to get home for the key. Inevitably i run out and ended up pushing it for a mile or two to my dad's, then got petrol in a can, got home and got the key.
Desperate to get back to the office i rode like fuck and pulled in to a petrol station to fill up. As i was filling up this bike cop on a BMW pulls up and started ranting about the ridiculous speeds i was doing in a 30 zone and his mate was way behind. I stood there and took the shit with the best sheepish face i could manage and when his mate showed up he calmed down and told me observe the speed limits in future etc. Like that was going to happen at £1.90 an hour
Anyway we both were wearing dayglo bibs and therefore were professional motorcycle riders so the cunt left me with a warning. That would not fucking happen now.
The irony is that i was a sidecar passenger at the time and my mate who was driving the outfit said i needed to quit that job as it was too dangerous.
I tried it for a couple of months after taking redundancy and thinking it would be a laugh to make money riding my bike. It was February so that was my first challenge and i decided to use my Ducati Pantah and not a shitty CX500 or CR250. To be fair the Pantah was excellent but riding in all weathers took it's toll and although i was only 30 at the time my body took a fucking pounding.
I used to get paid £1.90 a mile and had to pay for petrol, upkeep and rent the radio so the money was shite and the risks were high. I laid it on the line every day cos it every job was desperate.
One day when i was on a rural run to a private house i went on to reserve and realised the key to the locking cap was at home (idiot) so i loyally delivered the parcel then economically tried to get home for the key. Inevitably i run out and ended up pushing it for a mile or two to my dad's, then got petrol in a can, got home and got the key.
Desperate to get back to the office i rode like fuck and pulled in to a petrol station to fill up. As i was filling up this bike cop on a BMW pulls up and started ranting about the ridiculous speeds i was doing in a 30 zone and his mate was way behind. I stood there and took the shit with the best sheepish face i could manage and when his mate showed up he calmed down and told me observe the speed limits in future etc. Like that was going to happen at £1.90 an hour
Anyway we both were wearing dayglo bibs and therefore were professional motorcycle riders so the cunt left me with a warning. That would not fucking happen now.
The irony is that i was a sidecar passenger at the time and my mate who was driving the outfit said i needed to quit that job as it was too dangerous.
