First of all I'm not a story writer nor am I English, but here's how my morning was So today we decided to go for a ride with the bikes (Ducati 996 and a Ducati Monster) we washed them early this morning got them ready, struggled a bit with the batteries as they've been standing quite long. We went for the ride down the mountain and couldn't quite drive fast because there was a cycling event and blah blah so as things went we took a different road it was fun but still a lot of cyclists in the middle of the road, we stopped at the stop street and BAM a 458 drives past and my parents are in front of me on their bike and I push the hooter button as I hard as I can so luckily we landed up behind the 458 with the two Italian bikes and we followed him for about 5km it probably looked cool with all 3 red Italian machines... then we stopped at the garage and luckily the traffic light( in SA we call Ira robot) so I jump off my bike ran over the street and took some pics... We relaxed at the garage two Aston Martins passed and a 911...we decided to go back home and again BAM a 612 passes us I freaked out but unfortunately was unable to take pics...it was a fun fun ride around the mountain oh and both owners were probably in their 60's
