Ruler

This little baby rules.

The Shed of Earthly Delights

The Shed of Earthly Delights is a long way from finished but I could wait no longer. I've moved my bikes in even though there is still a significant water ingress situation. The walls are lined with the side panels from the old shed, I've lashed up the floor with a couple of coats of paint, built a sturdy work bench (again from the remnants of timber from the old shed) and can now start to move my tools in. It's over twice the size of the old shed and feels luxurious in comparison. No doubt I'll fill it with clutter in short order but so far it's perfect. Once the electrics are sorted it will be time for shed beers although that may take a while as electricians seem to be quite hard to get hold of round these parts. The old shed is dead, long live the new shed.

Limbo

Farewell dear shed, haven for all these years, home to my motorcycling dreams and aspirations, shelter whilst enjoying a smoke, genesis of many a crazy invention- some that actually worked. It was here I completely rebuilt my triumph motor and gearbox. These walls are imbued with oil, petrol, blood, sweat and, yes, even tears. I now wait in limbo for the new improved shed to arrive.

Shed pictures #3, 4 and 5

 

6v marker light illuminating a shrunken head powered by a huge battery; made when I should have been doing something more constructive. Mainly it was an excuse to chill out in the shed and puff on my pipe. Last picture, undeniable proof that The Fonz is cool... it says so on the mirror, what more do you want?

Shed picture #2

Teach you to mess with me motherfucker.

Shed picture #1

As I stand in my shed smoking a big cigar I see my spanners, cold, covered in old grease but always faithful. An odd assortment collected together through many campaigns. Some of them were my dads, stolen when I was a punk kid trying to keep my crappy jap bikes on the road. Back then, of course they had no sentimental value; I just pinched them hoping he wouldn't notice. He didn't. Others were obtained through other dubious means no doubt, some I think I even bought. I have learnt, through using them, mechanics enough to keep my current stable functional. It's too cold in here now to even contemplate turning a spanner on a bike so I just stand here smoking and musing on what these slugs of metal mean to me. They're my tools and I love them.