One thing for sure its not Aussie in origin,but then "thong" is an interesting change of use by you guys. eh.
Some of Team BFN may well remember the small, but heartfelt ceremony I gave after one of my thongs blew out at the 70th. The ceremony was held as my thongs went in the rubbish bin outside Ricardo’s villa.
Last weekend, another chapter closed.
I spent 10 days in Spain, awaiting for the other Team members to arrive. Each day I would do day rides, and in the main, that was fun. One day I headed out and ended up at a petrol station, chatting to a Pommy bloke on his BMW that was day tripping too. It was there that I purchased a salami and cheese, preprepared sandwich. Which I ate while chatting.
No sooner had I jumped back on the bike and my stomach started rumbling. After about a few hours, the rumble changed to cramps and there was, without question, some serious gastronomic issues going on in my gut.
I had only 15 minutes to make it back to my digs, on a very quiet back road.
I needed to pee, so pulled up and struggled to get my tackle out of my leather pants, mid flow, the gastronomic issues came to the fore, and before I knew it, a warm sensation in my undies alerted me that all was not well.
Down came the leathers, and a half squat by the roadside saw me expelling said issues. Which, as per Murphy’s Law, was when two BMW riders came past, all I could do was wave, while shaking my head in embarrassment.
Back at the digs, I washed all my clothes, however, my mid blue undies had sections where the die had been bleached by the remnants of the sandwich.
Oddly, when the majority of my undies disappeared from the clothes line in Breganze ...... these bleached ones remained.
I’ve often laughed when pulling these out of the draw, remembering the weirdness of that situation.
The elastic has since given up, so I threw them in the bin. My wife saw them there and said “It’s about time you threw those out”
If only she knew the back story to them.