Boris Bajic
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If my strobing were the greatest thoughtlessness I dished out on a given day I'd considered it a small moral victory.
I don't buy the dazzling bit hence my tinkers cuss is not available as a free gift.
EDIT: I'm a SAAB man myself, owned more of them than anything. Most fun I've ever had on a bike was on a Sunn. The next day I fell off a mountain on it.
I apologise. I may have read more into your tinker's cuss than was appropriate.
When I was a very small boy, my father took me to visit a former mentor of his, a German economist whose work in Kiel was "brought to an end by political changes in 1933". He'd come eventually to the UK and this (decades later) was my first visit to his home. In the drive was a pale blue SAAB 96 (the 2-stroke model). I'd never seen a SAAB and sort of squawked the name out in joy. My father (in his Vauxhall) murmered "A connoisseur's car".
Since that day, whenever someone says 'connoisseur' I picture a pale blue SAAB 96. I think it was (at that age) the most perfect thing I'd seen.
I do not picture a Vauxhall cavalier with Swedish badges on it. Insincere apologies (as usual) for being wildly OT.