Yesterday I was sitting here at my desk browsing this very site when suddenly whack! I was hit upside the head with a gray colored package shaped like a magazine. My wife said, with an angry under-tone, "I hope it's everything you dreamed of jerk!" Rubbing the welt on my head I picked it up off the floor (the magazine not my head) and looked it over.
It was shrink wrapped in gray plastic and only had my address and a postmark from Belgium on it. I paused to look to see if she was still in the doorway and if so...was she holding anything else in her hands? Nope, no shadow so I ripped open the wrapper and...YES! It was in fact everything I ever dreamed of! It was my new Triumph magazine. After 4 years of being a Triumph owner I'm finally getting bling bling from Triumph, but at what cost? A lump on my head and the wife thinks I am a pervert. I haven't told her what I got in the package yet.
It was shrink wrapped in gray plastic and only had my address and a postmark from Belgium on it. I paused to look to see if she was still in the doorway and if so...was she holding anything else in her hands? Nope, no shadow so I ripped open the wrapper and...YES! It was in fact everything I ever dreamed of! It was my new Triumph magazine. After 4 years of being a Triumph owner I'm finally getting bling bling from Triumph, but at what cost? A lump on my head and the wife thinks I am a pervert. I haven't told her what I got in the package yet.
