Hey Joe...

... Mexico, baby- where a man can be free.

45cu in, 45mm. Period correct.

Space Ape

... because Rocket Monkeybike doesn't sound as good. There's all kinds of questions you ask yourself about this kind of thing until you hear it fire up. After that the only question is 'how does he stop?'

Scrambled

I can't believe its taken me over ten years to finally get to this event. Lots of barking mad older gents razzing their classic bikes around a hilly field. A constant thunder of single and twin engines and the smell of cut grass and Castrol R.

Choppers

Very cool until you look at them closely and notice the 'improvements' over the originals. In their upgrading they've lost a little charm and a little soul. Cool to look at but I wouldn't own one.

French

I know I said no more bread posts but this is the best loaf I have ever made. Awesome. Seems like I've been misguided all these years trying to make bloomers and crusty tin loaves- French bread is the future.

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.