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[sid] => 103144
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Motorbike Mad.
[time] => 2005-08-10 03:22:33
[hometext] => short story very short.
[bodytext] => Robert or Bob as his friends call him has one main interest in his young life and that is motor bikes. Bob has taken a motorbike to pieces and put it back together in two and a half hours. His Dad says he was born on a motorbike, His Mum; let us hope he does not die on one. His Father was very proud of his son his Mother was thinking of the risks involved in riding a motorbike. Bob always used the sunny days to drive his motorbike around the countryside. He was not so keen on the scenery it was the sense of thrill that riding a machine gave him. He loved speed and opened the bike out whenever and wherever he could. Weekends he used to go for long drives along the motorways, with the wind whistling past his ears he thoroughly enjoyed the sense of speeding along the tarmac roads. On one such occasion, he traveled right through to Northern England and as he always had a sleeping bag with him, he often slept overnight in a field or in a barn anywhere that he could find. Food he stopped and ate along the way. There was always a café somewhere along the road. Bob’s Mum would have made him sandwiches but Bob refused saying it was better if he had a hot meal as and when he felt hungry. On this particular night, Bob could not drop off to sleep although he was very tired. He heard a clock somewhere striking eleven and dozed off into a light sleep. Music woke him. Music the likes of which he had never heard before. He slid out of his sleeping bag and went to see where the music was coming from, Then he saw them a small bunch of Fairies were sitting in a circle in the middle of which a Leprechaun was playing some of the sweetest music that Bob had ever heard. Bob listened for a while until the Fairies flew off taking the Leprechaun in their midst. Bob had never believed in Fairies he had time only for his motorbikes, he had two bikes and as I have said before he spent all of his spare time, polishing them or cleaning them both gleamed after such a cleaning. His Mum often said, “If he would only spend the same time on his shoes he would look very smart. The rest of the day Bob spent cleaning his bike and waited impatiently for the evening to come. He heard the same music again and went to watch the Fairies and the Leprechaun. This time the music was a little livelier and Bob felt his feet itching to dance in tune with the music. He just could not resist and soon was dancing to the melodies of the Leprechauns Magic Flute. The Fairies took it in turn to accompany him and Bob spent three hours dancing with these delightful dancers with their gossamer wings. The next day Bob started his motorbike and putting on his helmet, he drove back to his home. He kept his speed down to about fifty miles per hour and although this was very slow for Bob, he got home in time. Now he still cleans his motorbikes and goes for rides but mainly to the woods and fields around his area of the country. He now sees the Fairies and all of the little people and when the Fairies want, he takes them for short rides on his motorbike. I have seen them riding along on a summers evening Bob and his fairy friends enjoying the evening breeze as he drives along the country lanes. Bob is married now and has bought himself a car him and his wife and children I often see driving in the evenings out to the countryside. Both his wife and their children see the Fairies and dance to the Leprechauns Magic Flute. The Children’s bedroom is covered in pictures of Fairies and Leprechauns. Trolls and Gnomes, Pixies and Imps and there is one large Photo that is framed and stands in a place of honour of Her Majesty Fairy Queen Feeana. Bob took this Photo just after he had taken his children to the woods to see the Fairies. The Queen herself attended the evening dance and this gave Bob the opportunity to take what to my knowledge is the only Photo of a Fairy Queen in the whole world. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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