The indicator lights, thats what it was that I saw. I tried to tell the Men in Black, but they didnt believe me and said I've seen a UFO and slapped a straight jack on and said "crikery, this bloke thinks he can Trials ride on a DT100". Luckly Bill came along on the TS185 and pointed out some bloke perched upon a TL250 wearing a sports coat, tie, 'Andy Caps' woollen cap, wellys and smoking a pipe. He said thats the guy your after and away they went. The curse of the 'Bindi' hopefully over now, although I have heard of strange relapses from time to time, but never as bad as the original curse.
Looking back on it now, I think it all started when I walked into Elvis's shed and saw so many brite and shiney blingy bikes my eyes where blinded from the dazzle
and from that moment onwards I was looking for something.... anything...... and the x-ray eyes of the 'Bindi' put a curse on me so strong I even rode a Suzuki.
Let this be a warning to all VMXers, "A 4:30am hangover might make you say "Crikey", but "Crikey" doesnt come close to missing one day of any 'Classic Dirts'.