Stalling Suzuki!
The leaves are orange and the air chill. It’s October 26, 2016. The clocks go back this weekend and Geoff just arrived with his latest idea. I’ve paid him £850 and I have no idea what for. I did tell him I wanted a 1970s Triumph. “Overpriced,” he barked. “We can do way better than that John for the money…”
As the rusty pile rolls down the plank from the van, my foot is not big enough to hold the weight. It is so heavy neither of us can hold it and it runs me over. There are no brakes, cutting my hand as it slams me against the door. Only then can I see the rust-eaten piece of crap.
Primer grey tank, ripped seat, rusty wheels, no headlight, no pegs, no front mudguard. “What is it Geoff?” “You can see what it is John: it’s a total shed!” The ‘shed’ used to be a Suzuki
