Long-gone Tommy the Mook,
the steadfast Slowrider,
the over-sensitive underdog,
Emperor of the North Pole.
Sunday, 4 December 2011
The driving rain sucked away my enthusiasm a little and, if I hadn't actually had a destination already decided upon, I'm fairly sure I would have stayed at home. The grand opening of a new biker cafe was the lure and I was determined to get there. I would be lying if I said I wasn't showing off when I pulled up on the Harley but I thought it would make a better spectacle to have ancient american iron parked up outside among all the other bikes. The owner seemed pleased if a little surprised that I would ride such an old machine in such bad weather. I brushed it off nonchalantly but nearly regret it as I set off just a little too late, loaded with caffeine and nicotine and jittery as hell. I am aware that the sparto tail-light is little better than a reflector on bicycle so I made my own space in the spray on the twilight road home. It all passed totally without incident but I made a mental note to either leave earlier or drink less coffee.
The new cafe is great. If you are ever near Keswick drop in at The Filling Station.
a)- a size of spanner in the Imperial sizing system to fit 9/16ths of an inch nuts and bolts. b)- slightly more than half. c)- Revelation 9:16 "The number of the mounted troops was two hundred million. I heard their number."
d) the standard thread for bicycle pedals.