Well the fact is that, after finding the post of the Rockers Riders preparing to Ride, I said, hell, there are humans on this planet that, in addition to basic functions like eating, sleeping , piss, Curran and other important as well just in ... ar and starts for ..., are able to prepare (happy ending ...) and implement things really interesting: Bikes & rock'n roll Malagifornia placing the activity, Torremolinos particularly in capital and more specifically in the UK Torrole, where a small outpost called Rockin Smithys still resists, which smaller village gala, the relentless advance of the rappers, reggaeton and tag with Seat lions tuneaos wimps around all that crap.
So, I ride my old Thunderbird, and such and Roda, some 300 km later and 7 afternoon, I was in the rotunda of the goddess tourist bronze topless, looking absorbed into the sea, as torn between wear sunscreen or ordered an anchovy.
JD George, comes to pick me up and headed after cafe racer legend 59, and we take a small gymkhana through traffic to get to the Torremolinos Beach Club, hotel where we stayed in a crowd of English in which we were the only English Club Triumph café racer. Equation es paradoja pura: riders españoles sobre motos inglesas en hotel español repleto de ingleses.
Allí nos saludamos y conozco a Jhonny, un tipo “bajito” de unos dos metros de alto al que tengo que saludar dos veces pa saludarlo entero (he is a big rocker). También están Tony Rocketta y su chica y Webunder y demás rockers malagueños y en la recepción me encuentro con Alex del Toro y su chica, Raul y Sara y un tipo cuyo Nick de pila es Ace Café: está bien eso de poner caras a los amigos informáticos del foro.
El tiempo justo de soltar el equipaje y vámonos, en moto of course, al Rockin Smithys, que las cervezas pueden calentarse si les damos la más mínima oportunidad. La verdad is that we gave and between laughter and many beers the night we went, no one could give us the slightest clue where JD had hidden a nymphomaniac who apparently were coming by bus from Ninfonia, which I think is a village in the mountains of Murcia. I managed to circumvent
coner dire predictions and Ace, you pointing at me cursed CHOCAO see you against a trash can, lay the bike and the front wheel spinning in vacuum. The fact is that we all slept so richly in the Hotel until the next day and after a Inglés breakfast, we went to Rockin Smithys where reconstitute finished with generous bowls of coffee with milk served colleague, though one was around and taking some straw.
Then, early-morning sabadete rutilla soleao and Torremolinos and Estepona on the BMW Yela, which gives a faint and had to have a little heart massage that reacts fucking and arrives early to the restaurant to eat.
Damn, these rockers are sugarcane Malaga: pa site has a few English eat two strokes up on display and the food is bad cojonuda and price. What more could you want?
... for a little nap, so we go to the hotel to rest a bit, but we can not because Ace is with us and when we realize we having a few glasses of water a fire in the bar, where Rockin Raul tells a series of strange maneuvers with glasses, so my trouble before it can catch and move closer to a strange place and this time if we will the room and even get some sleep. Dinner catches us with some damage stomach and some have to spend with the reflective vest and taking salt as fruit.
Next, the program said that we should dissolve the fried fish eaten in the Rock Cafe in Manchester and there we went on an evening stroll and urban helluva start with the solution, but since the bar click punish us over with a resounding hard rock and heavy metal, we went to Rockin Smithys to hear true rock n roll and a beer if there quedao alive, that one had, so to exalt our friendship ended, providing a few beers by John and spells with Tony Rockett to see our faces with a few mods late September in Granada.
To all this, of nymphomaniacs still unaccounted for (in the end I enterao it appeared the bus had Pinchao a wheel ...).
On Sunday morning, each with its triumph owl, each sheep with their partners (who brought it) and every mile that passed their way home, improved the smile and the desire to return, thinking about the next Ride With the Rockers . Meanwhile, time will kill anything more and nothing less than the Triton this year and the Rockers vs. Mods in Granada.
RIDE WITH THE ROCKERS
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Packman.
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