''Poetry for me is well poured pint of ale ,served after a long ride by a buxom lass with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye .
But I might buy a Charley Boorman book ,if you can absolutely guarantee he is not whining .''
OK OK! I collapse under the pressure, I just can't give you that guarentee! It would take a braver/more foolhardy man than me.
I like the simile, but overall I've never been a poetry fan, I've been all about the prose. I just love Bukowski because his poetry is like a badly poured pint of ale, served after a cold, wet, miserable ride, and thrown at you by a sour faced witch titted lass behind a greasy, ring stained bar.
That's life.
On the boot front, I like Lowa Combat Highs, good protection against twisting and impaling, but also good for walking and not looking like something from Battlestar Gallactica.
Happy Riding.
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