Tuesday, 16 July 2013

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.

Sunday, 14 July 2013

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.

Saturday, 13 July 2013

Hey Gav

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


Friday, 12 July 2013

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.

Saturday, 6 July 2013

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.