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                              A ROARING

               HARLY-DAVIDSON.

                    By DAWNIE 2005.

ith a sudden loud roar, the

motorbike rounded the

corner.The wheels

temporally leaving the road

and seemingly flying for a

moment, a wee slip of a girl sat behind the driver,

all billowing and flowing in a sea of white lace

and tulle.

As a group of teenagers watched as another three

Harley Davidsons rounded the bend with young

ladies, all in flowing gowns of pinkish mauve tulle

and lace. So exciting a wedding, mused the on

lookers, hurrying on down the road to see where

they went. At the bottom of the hill nestled in among

some big old pine trees was a little white weather-board

church, with a small gathering of folks standing around.

Then around the bend and in through the churchyard

gates, the bikes roared, coming to an abrupt halt. The

bridal party looked a little bit wind swept and startled

but with a lot of fussing and preening  by all the ladies

waiting there the bride and her attendants were up to 

scratch and looking very bonnie once more so everyone

thought the ceremony could begin.

Then someone asked where is the bridegroom and his

party of three? The four big burly blokes all dressed in

sleek black leather and with impressive hirsutegrowths

on their faces stepped on their bike peddles, and started

off with an almighty roar and out the gates they rode

at hell for leather break neck speed with a cloud of dust

was left settling on all gathered there.Yelling at the top

of their lungs they informed all and sundry that they

would be back with the man of the moment and his

three off shoots, in a flash.

Everyone tut tutted, about how the organisation and

transport seemed to be a little odd indeed.

"Oh here they come." 

Says a bloke watching from the gate,

"get the bride and bridesmaids around the side of

the church out of site for a moment."

"Rightio,"

Yells a loud over bearing women, near the church

doors. The bikes roared into the churchyard once

again with engines cracking noisily in a swirl of

dust they pull up with a sudden jolt and off they all

hop, a quick brush down, and into the church they run.

The reverend is more than a little miffed and agitated

because the bridal party were so late. But as the

ceromony progressed, all the guests forgot about all the

dramas that had unfolded and the very noisy mode of

transport

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