Goodbye cruel world.............

After serious thought and much imbibing of alcoholic beverages ( purely for medicinal purposes of cause, ahem ) it is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that the loveless blog has shuffled off this mortal coil, yes folks it's true, just when you thought 2016 couldn't get any worse, the year we lost Bowie, Prince, George Michael, Rick Parfitt, Carrie Fischer and my Instagram account I've decided to sack the blog, that's it, it's over, finished, thanks to everyone,  toodle-pip, ta-ta.............

HThank you to everyone who has been in ,touch about my descision to kickstart the blog again, I am somewhat gob-smacked that anyone was still interested in my rants and ramblings and as for a reading it again from the start, get a life you saddo's! ( warning- irony alert, thank you I really am touched) I am mulling over the next project at the moment, as I said the 'not a Ducati tt replica' was sold a few weeks ago after doing the Morini Riders trackday at Cadwell and thrashing it around Jurby in the Isle of Man at the Classic TT. I currently have two KTM's the Supermoto and a 690 Duke which I have 'lightly modified' ( pictures to follow, I am struggling at the moment and having to post from my iPad as the blogger format has changed and I cannot access my photos from picasweb, please bare with me, I will sort it out) The Ducati certainly  got some attention on the island, my favourite was one ' expert' pointing out all the classic Ducati Pantah racing history to his mates until Dangerous shot him down in flames by informing him it was actually a fuel injected super sport looky-likey! Any suggestions for the next project gratefully received, so far for consideration- an old Brit, restore a japper, another sporty, another 'inkley bonneville, a dirty two-stroke of some description, big gs thousand or katana ama super bike replica, perhaps a trackday bike? Never done a streetfighter either so what about a gixxer? Let me know folks, I can't decide at the moment. Dangerous has had an operation on his shoulder and has had a plate fitted, he's in quite a lot of pain and is grumpy as fuck but I never noticed to tell you the truth as he's always like that's! I've stripped the damaged bits off the Scrambler and ordered up all the replacement parts so not really sure if it's his shoulder hurting him or the fact that the tight gits had to get his purse out. Anyhow, here's some pictures of the finished Ducati, thanks again and keep your bowels open and your tongue out..............

Trouble Man

Got this on repeat, just the soundtrack to so many lives today.........

marvin gaye

wotcha, I tried with instagram I really did, under the drty_nails pseudonym I posted, what? fifty odd pictures but I'm sorry it's just not for me, I got 'likes' ( whatever the fuck they are) wannabe supermodels and fourteen year old girls who really know what an MZ two-stroke race bike is. I thought about just nuking the loveless blog and starting again but why? It's been a big part of my life for the past few years, there's loads of history here, (well for me anyway) Instagram just felt a bit, well, 'false' to me, it seemed that a lot of the users are more interested in 'followers' than actually putting anything real out there, there's too much emphasis on selfies and inane bollocks than people building stuff and posting about their experiences. No posts since april so here's the skinny, sold the Ducati hypermotard, bought a KTM 690 duke hooligan machine, did the Morini owners club trackday, sold the Ducati tt2 replica, (after doing the festival of jurby in the Isle of Man) had a stonking Classic tt festival, been to Arizona for the annual Bailey family holiday and dangerous had a big off at Mallory Park last weekend on the Ducati and smashed his collarbone to atoms at the penultimate English trackday before the winter shutdown. Any comments welcome as usual, send cheques and duffel bags full of used 'twenties, carbon fibre goodies, titanium doo-dads and racy magazines or dvd's to the usual address, my e-mither address is tim.dog@btinternet.com. If you need to contact me, if you are easily offended better fuck off now and find something more suitable, oh yeah, here's some advice, listen to marvin gaye, I recommend trouble man............

i come from another planet, baby

lost in derbyshire today. solo ride on the supermoto, green lanes and un-made roads, crossings for toads, [well, it is spring after-all, a time when a young toads thought's turn to.....] there's just something about getting off the well-beaten track. fuck matlock. come the zombie apocalypse all the bikers will head to matlock on sunday and be clawing at the door of the chippy. sad. there's a whole world out there beyond the usual 'biker' destinations, a world of wet, muddy lanes, loose gravel and broken roads, stopping to admire the view and listening to the birdsong and the beauty of it is that it's on your doorstep, you don't need an adventure bike or ferry tickets to discover new world's, just turn off that usual route that you ride, the one we are all guilty of riding. try it. pick a lane and explore, you might have to wash your bike down afterwards but it's better than checking out the rim-tape, lairy paint-job's or 'shorty' levers and mingling with the sheep.........

bob smith

the most popular post on the loveless blog is nothing to do with my shallow rant's or amateur bike building projects but about a racer called bob smith. i originally posted a couple of photo's of bob and a few lines about how awesome this man was. he raced on a shoestring against the likes of gardner, haslam, sheene and the hardmen of the '80's and bested them all. a true talent and just a really nice, down-to-earth bloke, working and racing out of the back of his van and a world away from the shallow, corporate driven, 'i'd like to thank....' precosious brat's today. imagine my suprise when i was contacted by bob's brother-in-law, mike and bob's widow, lynda, who sent me a photo album of very personal pictures to post up on the blog. thank you lynda. thank you mike for sharing these intimate images of bob. i have many, many, more images to post up. the only thing that bob's family ask is that you just enjoy the pictures and don't use them for any financial gain and i will credit the original photographers where i can. this weekend see's the only genuine road racing in england at scarborough's oliver's mount circuit, the track where bob sadly lost his life. the spring bob smith races. a worthy tribute to a great racer. the first picture of bob is the last one taken before he lost his life. think about that. respect due.

#hashtagheaven

our father who #artinheaven, shallow be thy aim, your daily instagram fix come, your pointless view done. #ontheearth, as it is in #instagramheaven, i forgive your #crassinterjection, your boring interpretation, but deliver us from #hashtagheaven, for thine is the #kingdom, the merchandise and the #tshirtdeal, for ever and ever, [or until the next #trendyhipsterthing] #fuckyou. amen.

lazy sunday afternoon...

the loveless crew on a sunday afternoon bimble around derbyshire, ktm 690 supermoto vs ducati scrambler, sorry for the poor sound quality, i'm an amateur when it come to go-pro stuff.....

not a ducati tt replica

not sure if anyone is still interested in the 'not a ducati tt replica' but heres the latest bit. carbon fibre battery carrier / seat mounting, new brackets, mounting pillars to 'sandwich' the battery which slides into position underneath the seat hump. killed a few hours on a wet bank holiday monday.

wind and rains is cold.

easter sunday. i'm driving and in the company of a gang of septuagenerians, dangerous, sweary mick and chalky, off to wigan for the first round of the british supermoto championship. just a great day, very wet, very cold, the mother of all thunderstorms fading away to milky sunshine. hard, close,  fast racing on the super- twisty-tight- three-sisters track. these boy's are quick. if you haven't seen supermoto racing before go and have a look, amazeball's, respect due.......

days go by.....

days go by and still i think of you. once upon a time, in a land, far, far away............