another perfectly good motorcycle ruined.......

Friday, 12 February 2010



choose life, choose debt, choose no family time, choose no fucking money, choose debt, choose sleepless nights, choose headaches, choose stress, choose long nights in the shed, choose lockwire, choose loctite, choose second hand sweaty leathers, choose dog-tags, choose paddock stands, choose duct tape, i chose racing, these are the cylinder head and barrel fins i cut off the engine, as they fell onto the bench they seemed to be saying something to me.............

looking at the motor, we really need to lose some more weight off it, it still weighs a ton...........................

so, i cut the fins down on the barrels and head.

me and barse have been mates for nearly 20 years now, we have had some tears and a whole lot of laughs along the way, too many tales to tell here, from the rides down to the kent custom bike shows, numerous rallies and mag runs across the country and the legendary gigs, [uk subs, prodigy, gallows, underworld etc. etc to name a few], hot, sweaty, beer soaked laugh out loud moments and quite walking along the river lost in our own thoughts strolls, breakdowns, pissing rain, broken clutch cables, oil-leaks, fights, building bikes, sharing parts, sharing food, sharing tents, snow in may, j-cloths on the back of our necks to stop sunburn, arguments, dancing at raves like maniacs, sunsets and way too many sunrises, abk, loveless, first time we met he was wearing this t-shirt, big-up mate.