He gets up early and drives me halfway round N.Ireland to collect my latest bike, acts as main loader onto the van, and off.
Pads the bike out with what I've just realised was his setee and drives like carrying a new born baby.
Eats my tea
And was frankly pretty rude the whole bloody time.
Hope your nerves are settled mucker, cheers as ever.
Does the low seat height reflect the low intelligence? Easier to get an asshole onto.