Burnt out

Long night. Completely burnt out from drinking coke all night. Our new drummer is excellent and the gig went really well. You know you're getting old when you can't be arsed to stay and play catch-up with all the other drunks in favour of going riding tomorrow.

Where is my badge?

Stumbled upon these while messing about in the Shed of Earthly Delights, smoking my favourite pipe and listening to the rain on the roof. Seems like a different life when I treasured these little trinkets. Happy days back then except for Crazy Daze which was a pivotal moment in my life teaching me the difference between fear and respect.

No reason

Why do you always need a reason. Just out for a spin. Thought the bike felt and looked good. Purrs like a kitten, roars like a lion, she's every bit a Tiger and despite loving my Harley I still love my Triumph too. May be not everyone's cup of tea but I get it and that's all the reason I'll ever need.

Spring

Well, it would appear that Spring is just about sprung but less like an exquisite Jack-in-the-box and more like a rusty old mattress in a flop house. Nevertheless, My thoughts once again turn to the open road and the roar of an engine. I'm not sure where the road will lead this year but I am sure it will be the road less travelled.

Here are a few pictures of what this spring has meant to me; lots of riding of the unpowered kind including a few visits to the roof of the world. But I must stress that I have been very careful to balance my exercise program... with beer.

Stark

A surprise was waiting at my local session. Jamie was already a talented guitarist before he left for music college. His homecoming saw him laying down a surprise gig for us for bed and board before heading back to Brighton. They play a nice mix of folk and blues without trying to sound like Led Zep and create some superb rocking grooves. I will be getting them to play a gig up here next time they pass.

A Cross of Iron

Genesis Croix De Fer, my new toy. A bit of road, a bit of trail, a whole load of fun.

Skinny Chicks

I can't go cos I'll be bedding down in a brown paper bag, on a mountain, in a ditch, in the rain, if I don't get airlifted because of hypothermia first- should be fun.

But you should go.

I bet there'll be skinny chicks smoking cigarettes. Nice.