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

Sunday, 18 July 2010


...........i change out of my leathers and boots, shorts and t-shirt and con's the order of the day, it's getting hot now, i put the kettle on and dangerous goes to work on the bike, it's filthy, oil and petrol from the overflow all over the bike, the two brass tubes araldited into the top of the float bowl to ease cavitation have fractured adding to the mix, there's brake dust and chain lube everywhere, we work in silence wiping down the bike and checking fasteners, the earth lead off the cylinder head to the top engine mount is loose, there's not enough thread left on the studs to fit nylock's, the bottom exhaust bracket has shaken itself loose so i tighten that, as we wipe the bike down we are tightening fasteners and checking the lock-wire to see if anything has moved, i check the fuel level, we have used loads so i carefully mix some more fuel and oil and top up the tank, i check the plug, we are running rich, not a bad thing on a new motor, i then realise how naive i've been, i haven't even got any spare jets or plugs with me, what a dickhead, real school boy error, my mood is lifted when 'the world's most handsome man' benjamin jones, debbie and steve marsh turn up, i'm touched that they have come to support me, ben has his 'los bastardos de le muerte' [the bastards of death], t-shirt on, los bastardos was one of those ideas we had when i was in for a long tattoo session and developed from there into a running joke, debbie and steve?, well iv'e known debbie for 30 years, way back from the 'telegraph' years and steve 'mucker' marsh over 35 years, i was his dad's apprentice and when steve started work a year after me after he got kicked out of school, i was a cocky sixteen year old and tried to tell him what to do, he sabotaged my puch vs50d and nearly killed me, we have been best mates ever since, i make more tea and we sit in the sunshine and watch dangerous helping john re-fuel his goldie and try and sort out his starting problems, [he changed the tank and knocked one of the leads off the coil], mucker offers me some pork pie, i tell him to fuck off and we then have twenty minutes of piss-taking out of me about being a vegetarian, 'meat is murder' i say, ben and steve give it me big-time, bastards!














.......so i'm off after matey on the bonneville, he starts to pull away from me down the straight but i'm tucked in and catch him on the esses, he is fighting the big triumph and it's weaving under braking, i drop down a gear and pass him but have to drop another gear mid-corner to give me the speed up the rise to the hairpin, we are side by side into the hairpin but i keep the inside line and the little 'zed turns in tight, i accelerate into the devils elbow and miss a gear, the revs are ridiculously high and i think about my engine turning into an improvised explosive device, my fingers wrap around the clutch a little more, to be honest i haven't taken my fingers off the clutch lever yet, and thinking about it in hindsight i still ride my four-strokes like this, must be a legacy of the seizures on my rd400's, bonny-boy passes me down the main straight but he's not pulling away as i get in his slipstream, into gerrads again and i make up more ground, into the esses and i hold the outside line he starts to brake and his bike sits up, he desperatley tries to scrub some speed off mid corner, i'm in too deep myself and have to feather the brake mid corner, bonny-boy loses the fight and heads onto the grass the bike bucking and weaving as he tries to keep it upright, i do another lap and as i approach the shaws hairpin again bonny-boy is re-joining the track, i pull over to let him back on and his side panel flicks up into the air and almost hits me on the head!, he must have knocked it with his knee when he was fighting his bike, the rest of the session goes in a flash, a couple of the 350 manxes and a 7r frighten me to death as they roar past me at twice the speed i'm going and the chequered flag comes out, i ride back into the pits, and my mouth is as dry as ghandi's flip-flop, i'm deaf and my head feels like it going to explode, the adrenaline is unbelievable, dangerous is shouting something at me but i don't comprehend and he gives up and just gives me a thumbs-up, i get off the bike and dangerous has the paddock stand under it in a flash........