the devils elbow
Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 3:46 pm
Russ rode his red triumph along the road to the quarry ,it was a dry dusty day ideal for tracking
the quarry was around 10 miles from home and dodgeing the police and other cars was exiting ,
there was no other way to the quarry so the sight of a 13 old ,no helmet on a big triumph was
a regular sight ,they all new him but no,one ever grassed on him ,many times he would be chased by
a panda car ,why did they bother ,maybe it was a little exitement for them too,
russ got to the quarry and started to ride around ,many of his freinds were here so they gathered
together and chilled out ,the guys russ knew were like him they had bought there bikes cheap and
chopped them for feild and street riding ,lots of other riders were there ,russ and his mates called
them the little rich boys they had the best machines expencive made for the job ,russ and the gang
liked these guys though they were all bikers ,all one ,they all rode round for a while kicking up
dust and racing around ,stopping for a rest they watched one of the rich kids go up the (DEVILS ELBOW )
this was a near vertical hill around 40/50 ft high with a little twist at the top
these bikes of theres were lightwieght and could clear that great hill ,many riders had come to grief here.
sat on there bikes ,a vioce said go russ make em have,it ,russ stared silenlty at the materhorn in
front of him ,not speaking for about 30 seconds .what do you reckon he says to the eager looking group
yeah russ your baby can take that ,comon russ show em ,silently once more russ looked upon the murderhorn
he had his favorate expression on now .slowly clint eastwood raised his leg ,pushed down on the kickstart
and the big 500cc triumph roared into life (russ always called upon clint in times of need )russ gave each one
of his comrades a steely glance as he pushed on the gear shift and the great machine lundged forth
russ turned the bike and rode away around 500 mtrs turned and stopped .he setteled in to the seat
and made sure he was in the best riding position as he did this he thought about the last time he had treid this
one day at the quarry rarely alone ,it didnt work and he shut off before any damage was done ,it was a lesser
bike then though ,and the triumph had it all ,apart from being to heavy .many eyes were on russ now and these
people didnt want him to fall he was respected here and they new only he would do it ,( only him daft enough)!
russ twisted the throttle the dust cloud was dramatic enough on its own ,russ knew it would be speed that got
him up that hill and not skill by the time he reached the bottom of that hill he would have been doing 60 mph
as he passed through corridor his fellow bikers had formed with there bikes .nothing could be seen by his freinds
that resembled russ ,himself and the bike had become one, a flash of chrome and flesh .
russ hit the bottom of the hill with a deafening thud at that speed the suspention had bottomed russ clung on as
his trusty steed climb that mother of a hill ,it was just one great dust cloud now with russ sticking out of the
top of it ,as russ powered up the hill victory was in his hands 20 foot from the top and going like a rocket
I think it must have been the silence that russ heard first ,and then the sensation of slowing down came a few
seconds later .the bike slowed very rapidly indeed this was a large motorcycle and heavy ,russ relised the incline
was so much the carbouretters had been starved of fuel and the engine had cut ,the bike came to a halt about 8
feet from the top of the hill ,normally in a senario like this the rear brake could be applied and the front
of the bike quickly lifted round under its own momentom faced forward to go back down the hill the right way
but this was not be ,it was to heavy for the slight russ ,the bike started its decent down the hill russ griped the
handelbars for his life and stuck his feet out sideways to try and stay upright ,quite a crowd had gathered at the
foot of the hill now silence fell as the bike now hurteling towards them gathered speed ,gone was the graceful
boy and machine becoming one ,that had sped passed them a few seconds ago ,it was now a ball of dust with feet sticking out
russ still hanging on passed through that avenue of mates once more at 30 mph facing the wrong way ,many had
scattered not wanting to be near the impact area ,when russ came to a stop about 30 yards away still upright
no,one could see for the dust ,when it cleared russ was just sat there cig in mouth looking like clint again
everybody just cracked up with laughter ,russ could not have been more of a hero that day ,we laughed forever
this came to me in the garden today ,just from nowere ,but i remember it we,ll ,i laughed again today ,dont
know why i cried though ,maybe i felt a little happy ,,,
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the quarry was around 10 miles from home and dodgeing the police and other cars was exiting ,
there was no other way to the quarry so the sight of a 13 old ,no helmet on a big triumph was
a regular sight ,they all new him but no,one ever grassed on him ,many times he would be chased by
a panda car ,why did they bother ,maybe it was a little exitement for them too,
russ got to the quarry and started to ride around ,many of his freinds were here so they gathered
together and chilled out ,the guys russ knew were like him they had bought there bikes cheap and
chopped them for feild and street riding ,lots of other riders were there ,russ and his mates called
them the little rich boys they had the best machines expencive made for the job ,russ and the gang
liked these guys though they were all bikers ,all one ,they all rode round for a while kicking up
dust and racing around ,stopping for a rest they watched one of the rich kids go up the (DEVILS ELBOW )
this was a near vertical hill around 40/50 ft high with a little twist at the top
these bikes of theres were lightwieght and could clear that great hill ,many riders had come to grief here.
sat on there bikes ,a vioce said go russ make em have,it ,russ stared silenlty at the materhorn in
front of him ,not speaking for about 30 seconds .what do you reckon he says to the eager looking group
yeah russ your baby can take that ,comon russ show em ,silently once more russ looked upon the murderhorn
he had his favorate expression on now .slowly clint eastwood raised his leg ,pushed down on the kickstart
and the big 500cc triumph roared into life (russ always called upon clint in times of need )russ gave each one
of his comrades a steely glance as he pushed on the gear shift and the great machine lundged forth
russ turned the bike and rode away around 500 mtrs turned and stopped .he setteled in to the seat
and made sure he was in the best riding position as he did this he thought about the last time he had treid this
one day at the quarry rarely alone ,it didnt work and he shut off before any damage was done ,it was a lesser
bike then though ,and the triumph had it all ,apart from being to heavy .many eyes were on russ now and these
people didnt want him to fall he was respected here and they new only he would do it ,( only him daft enough)!
russ twisted the throttle the dust cloud was dramatic enough on its own ,russ knew it would be speed that got
him up that hill and not skill by the time he reached the bottom of that hill he would have been doing 60 mph
as he passed through corridor his fellow bikers had formed with there bikes .nothing could be seen by his freinds
that resembled russ ,himself and the bike had become one, a flash of chrome and flesh .
russ hit the bottom of the hill with a deafening thud at that speed the suspention had bottomed russ clung on as
his trusty steed climb that mother of a hill ,it was just one great dust cloud now with russ sticking out of the
top of it ,as russ powered up the hill victory was in his hands 20 foot from the top and going like a rocket
I think it must have been the silence that russ heard first ,and then the sensation of slowing down came a few
seconds later .the bike slowed very rapidly indeed this was a large motorcycle and heavy ,russ relised the incline
was so much the carbouretters had been starved of fuel and the engine had cut ,the bike came to a halt about 8
feet from the top of the hill ,normally in a senario like this the rear brake could be applied and the front
of the bike quickly lifted round under its own momentom faced forward to go back down the hill the right way
but this was not be ,it was to heavy for the slight russ ,the bike started its decent down the hill russ griped the
handelbars for his life and stuck his feet out sideways to try and stay upright ,quite a crowd had gathered at the
foot of the hill now silence fell as the bike now hurteling towards them gathered speed ,gone was the graceful
boy and machine becoming one ,that had sped passed them a few seconds ago ,it was now a ball of dust with feet sticking out
russ still hanging on passed through that avenue of mates once more at 30 mph facing the wrong way ,many had
scattered not wanting to be near the impact area ,when russ came to a stop about 30 yards away still upright
no,one could see for the dust ,when it cleared russ was just sat there cig in mouth looking like clint again
everybody just cracked up with laughter ,russ could not have been more of a hero that day ,we laughed forever
this came to me in the garden today ,just from nowere ,but i remember it we,ll ,i laughed again today ,dont
know why i cried though ,maybe i felt a little happy ,,,
,,watch for more true stories ,,,COMING SOON THE BUS
GOODNIGHT EVERYONE BE SAFE KEN XN728