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

Sunday, 20 June 2010


sunday, met up with with the lads today, 10.30am at matlock, i was fashionably late, arriving at 11.30, barse, gordy and chris w, were just off, mukker marsh, dangerous and the worlds most handsome man and ace tattoo artist, or ben as we call him and a couple of his mates had a tea at 'charles' before heading up the via-gellia onto the 515 to the chopper club show at the duke york public house, [this is not a grammatical error, it is the duke york, not the duke-of-york], lads going into matlock are frantically flagging us down, i know that the o.b. have a [dirty, fucking bastard, lowdown undercover camera van in the layby], just after the lovely technical, through the tree's piece of road, what i wasn't expecting was the second camera van about two miles up the road, you pass the first van, bikes coming in the opposite direction signalling you to slow down and you get copped by the second van, wankers, safety patnership my arse, raise revenue by catching out bikes you bastards, here's a photo of a class ironhead sporty, more photo's to follow, stay tuned........

............so me and dangerous skinned out, stopping for a tea at bakewell, past mock beggars hall, winster and onto the via-gellia for the fast downhill run into cromford, right turn towards wirksworth, 30 limit so nice and steady, listening to the supertrapps bouncing off the cottages, then i spot the old boy kneeling at the side of his '54 vellocette, spin around on the market place and see if i can help, 'what's up mate?', 'carb's flooding', bit of an understatement really, there's fuel everywhere, that really heavy petrol smell, i drop the float bowl off, no crap in there, turn fuel tap on and petrol is spraying out like a bp oil-well, needle's seating ok............

...............then i noticed that the front downtube had fractured and the engine had dropped in the frame, fracturing the copper fuel line, a flooding carb was the least of his worries, bastard, at least he was only a couple of miles from home and his son could recover him, he is from brassington which is where my mate roy lives who just happens to be a demon welder, i gave him roy's mobile number and we were on our way.

caught up with my mate glen aka 'midnight' today at the chopper club 'peaks' show, good to see him up and about after his serious accident last year, some dozy tart knocked him off his bmw ride-to-work bike and he was badly injured, today he was superstylin' on his s+s rigid chop, he filled me in about getting caught by the o.b. in snottingham, [glen's originally from snottingham but i ain't going to hold it against him as he now resides in god's own county], nottingham have those trick camera's that can measure your average speed between them, he got caught on the third camera, realised he'd been sussed and flicked the middle digit at the camera, two weeks later, summons hit's the doormat, he decides to represent himself at court, everythings going great then the o.b. produce a film of midnight speeding down the roads, realising he's been collared and flicking them the bird, so, he stands up in court and says 'that could be any one of the hundred or so black guys in nottingham who rides a rigid shovelhead chopper, prove it's me', the two coppers are livid, the magistrates decide no case to be answered and award him his costs, beautiful!

midnights s+s shovelhead chop, it's developed over the last few years into this, simple, understated, hardcore bike, no lairy paint just subtle little touches, there's a couple of loveless parts on it too.........