As the assembled crowds coughed and spluttered for their last breaths, the mighty BSA C15 250cc Akrill Special discharged its last few cc's of GTX into the combustion chamber where it was ignited, creating a Bhopal style cloud.
Meanwhile Akrill junior approached the old plastic bag knowing that, within microseconds his trials skills (or lack of them) would mean , once again, that he would be on his *rse in front of several people who knew his name.
best regards
Grand Wizard
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