I'm going down-hill fast

New 661 full face
New 100% race goggles
Beefier new frame
Same old bad line choice.

If you don't hear from me again, it's been nice.

Next stop the alps.

Things to ponder on a sore head

The morning after. Foggy, just a bit. Too much Doris' 90th Birthday Ale at a very small music festival. After the work was done and all the PA equipment was packed away the drinking began in earnest. It's not that I hadn't been drinking since 2pm- I just sped up. We played music well into the night until the whole thing became a bit of a mess. Stood by Doris' own chair, eating free chips and trying to concentrate on calculating chords on capo-ed guitars, banjos and penny whistles I looked up to this poignant message on the bottom of a tankard hung from the ceiling. Sobering.

There was a one-eyed dog called Seymore there (see more- geddit?). Was he named after he lost his eye? Was it ironic he lost an eye? Or in a completely philosophical way could a one-eyed dog really see more? He was a sweet dog whatever.

Hey Gav

I've just squeezed into the 'wishful thinking' hole. Don't know if its temporary tho.

Closedmondays

Gator Grip

This little beauty has got me out of a pinch again. I bought it some time in the 80s at the London Motorcycle show and I'll be damned if it doesn't do exactly what the demonstrator claimed. This time I was being defeated by exhaust clamp bolts. After years of hot/cold, wet/dry, tighten/loosen the bolts finally got to a point where they were rounding before releasing. This Gator Grip just grips what's left and holds it very firmly. Excellent piece of kit.

And, no- of course I didn't put the old ones back on, they were way too far gone this time.

Romeo, Romeo....

...Square Four art thou?

Terrible joke, lovely bike. I don't know which is more rare; a Square Four or a public phone box.