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

Saturday, 30 April 2011

it's with a heavy heart and deep sadness that i post tonight, there's no happy endings i'm afraid, even though we were promised that the dog with no name would be re-homed he has actually been put down sometime between tuesday and today, mr's b had been to the kennel where he was taken too with a view to us re-homing him, his 'owner's' had denied all knowledge of him and they were served with notice that he was to be re-homed after the statuatary nine-days, the previous 'owners' were served with a bill for him escaping and the subsequent kennel costs which suddenly turned into him being a dangerous dog who launched an unprovoked attack on them, they signed him away and he was put to sleep, there was no way he was a dangerous dog, he was totally submissive in the company of my boy's and in the morning that i spent with him he was a delight to be with, night, night mate, sleep tight....

Friday, 29 April 2011



cleaned up the stainless unf and unc fasteners that i picked up from the classic bike show, it doesn't matter how many lists you make you always forget something, i forgot the rear sprocket mounting bolts so mocked it up with old bolts to sort the chain alignment, so it was nice to finally get those loctited home, the top rear shock mounting bolt was too short so i replaced that and spun up a new ally spacer to mount the supertrapp cans from, the supertrapps?, you either love them, [i do], or hate them, [dangerous hates them], i know they are on the wrong side of the bike and that the engine isn't the xr750, but they just scream 'flatrack', the pipes are tuned length to the motor and they really suit my big-bore and hsr42 carb so why change it?, i like the straw colour of the stainless too rather than chrome, anyway, it was quite a fruitful day in the loveless shed, i fitted a new choke cable after some ham fisted nob broke the plastic mounting bush on the old one, [ahem], carb off, manifold off, bellmouth off, coil mounting bracket and coils off, funny how a five minute job suddenly swallows up an hour, made up some new ht leads, [moved the coils from under the tank to the top motor mount], made up a brake line for dangerous for the bonneville and we dug the racer out and replaced the 7mm pvl ignition mounting screw that we had rounded off starting the engine using the drill rather than running up and down the road bumping it, [7mm, what sort of size is that?, rarer than dangerous buying a round and another 'stafford' purchase], we timed the engine up, replaced the cover and dangerous pushed me down the road, i dropped the clutch and bumped the motor into life, quick run up the road and everything seems fine, might have to drop a couple of jets, seems a little rich, but i'll wait until we get to rockingham on monday, dangerous notices the pipe-wrap is smoking and i check the exhaust header nut, even though it's lockwired it's loose, tighten that up and we lockwire it from both sides rather than just the one like some nob had forgotten to do last time, [ahem], we work our way around the bike without talking, checking the fasteners are tight, the pads, chain, and steering head bearings, wiping and cleaning the machine, suddenly i realise it's beer 'o clock and we sit out in the yard just looking at the bonneville........


'american gothic', don't know if anyone else can remember the sam raimi produced series from the mid nineties, the opening shot's were of a young boy, caleb, saying, 'someone;s at the door.....', you knew from that point on bad stuff was going to happen, anyway, got up early this morning, [must have been the excitement of the royal wedding, or, perhaps thinking about the preparation for monday's 'classic bike burn-up?],let the boy's out, brew on and pick up a copy of 'classic racer', twenty minutes later i'm aware the boy's are still outside, 'someone's at the door.....'

Thursday, 28 April 2011

heinz rosner
ernst degner, mz racer...... me and dangerous are at rockingham on bank holiday monday for the 'classic bike burn-up', if you're going have a look for us and come and have a brew, you will be able to spot us easily, old ldv hire van, shouting and swearing, total chaos, thank's to everyone who asked for the sticker's too, got twelve left, when there gone that's it, stay tuned though, got idea's for some more.....

Tuesday, 26 April 2011


it wasn't all old junk at the classic bike show at stafford, there were some very, very nice bikes there especially on the owners club stands and particularly the classic racer paddock, yamaha's 50 year racing celebration was well represented with an impressive line up of former works machinery, phil read's lovely paton and john cooper's triple stood out, but, for me, the best bike was the incredible 1974 seeley-konig of dave hutchens and allen blasdell, i'm not sure if it was dave or allen who i spoke to but i must thank them for their patience as i bombarded them with questions about the remarkable 500cc flat four two-stroke, the story of it's restoration is inspiring, check out the full story here http://seeleykonig.info/, when i got home from the show i dug out my old copies of 'classic racer' to track down the story of kim newcombe's gp success, essentially he took on the factory riders and works bikes on a home built special using a marine outboard motor with considerable success, his posthumous second place in the 1973 500cc world championship testament to that fact.

Sunday, 24 April 2011

went to bed friday night, couple of bottles of red, mr's b cooking up a nice vegetarian feast, flick through a couple of chapters of don lett's biography and night, night everybody, mr's b wakes me up at stupid 'o clock, 'can you hear that?', 'no, go to sleep',' can't you hear that?, sound's like a fox', the boy's start to chunter, low, growling at first, their not happy, i try to ignore them, their having none of it, i go down and let them out, half-past-two and they are in full-on terrier, kill, die, bastard, fuck-you, you are dead when we get hold of you mode, i'm trying to shush them up and i'm strutting around the back yard, stark bollock naked shouting at them to be quiet, [but making more noise than both of them], the rest of the night passes fitfully, my boy's growling, full-on barking, launching themselves at the back-door, i 've had enough by 0600 hours and get up to make a brew, both my dog's have that look in their eye's, i open the back door and they tear off down the garden, i catch a glimpse of the staffordshire bull terrier out of the corner of  my eye, i can't believe it at first, shit, he's a big old boy, i shout mr's b and she get's our boy's in the house, i call the staffy and he come's to me straight away, he's a big old boy, i notice straight away he has no collar, he's skinny, his rib's are sticking through his fur, mr's b bring's him out a couple of pouches of food and some dry dog food that he wolf's down, he's de-hydrated and finishes off a couple of bowls of water, i have a closer look at him, i reckon he's around two years old, he's got a big lump on his nose and loads of scarring on his face, i reckon some scum bag has had him for a fighting dog, he's as soft as shift and responds to kindness, i introduce him to my boy's and they are not feeling the love, ted, [who is probably the softest dog in the world] is curling his lip and giving it large, gus wag's his tail to suck him in and then nail's him big-style, i pull him off and mr's b takes my boy's home, i take the staffy next-door-but-one to my mum and we sit in the garden trying to decide what to do, we phone the police and they don't want to know, we eventually get the number for the out of hours dog warden, they scan him for a microchip and surpise, surprise, the mobile number is wrong and the land-line won't accept incoming call's, mr's b and my ma take him down to the kennel, they insist that he will be well cared for and that he won't be put down, i admit it, it's broken my heart, i feel that he came to me and i've let him down, i've shed a few........



classic bike show, stafford.

Friday, 22 April 2011

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

gunter bartusch, mz.
wes cooley

 whooo, whooo, call the police, warning! bank holiday approaching......

Tuesday, 19 April 2011


 sometimes you might as well just forget it, tonight should have been a simple, run of the mill, bolt on the rear sprocket, shorten the chain, bolt on the rear brake hanger plate and bleed the rear brake, first problem, the sprocket won't fit the locating flange on the rear wheel hub, set up the disc in the miller and bore it to size, bollocks, no mounting hardwear, make a note of the sizes for the classic bike show this weekend, [remember we are using metric where possible because it's easy to get from the local fastener supplier, unf and unc are rarer than a virgin in tiff's on a saturday night], right, make the brake line up, dig out the fittings and i'm two olives short, add it to the 'stafford' list, bollocks, the brake line is too short, add that to the 'stafford' list, i grind the rivet out of the chain after offering it up, drive out the pin with a centre pop and offer it up, round the front sprocket, pull tight around the rear sprocket and drop the rivet link in, the new chain looks the dog's doo-dah's, especially against the aluminium rear sprocket i've had made, stand back to admire and notice the chain is running dangerously close to the rear tyre, bollocks, i dig out a spacer from stock, stick it in the lathe and the jaws drop out, bollock's, too wide, return to the tried and tested shed bodge of draw filing by hand until it fit's, as i tidy up the shed i pick up an old copy of 'classic racer' that stu had been reading, i sit in the 'dog' chair and read the story of libero liberati.........





Saturday, 16 April 2011





saturday at the loveless shed, we had a big spring clean today, cleaned down the miller and lathe, cleaned the tools and swept up, dragged the racer out and did a couple of job's on it ready for the trackdays i've booked, i can do three track days for the price of one weekends racing, ok, it's not racing but at least i can get out there and ride the bike, my mate of 35 years turned up for a brew and for me to measure up some wheel spacers and brake caliper mounting bushes, me and mucker go way back, two spotty teenage tosspots causing mayhem on our two-strokes, [steve has 'mayhem' tattooed across his stomach], we graduated to big four-strokes, [me a gs 1000 and steve a 900 honda], i can remember him ripping me mercilessly for buying a harley, i got my revenge when he bought one, he's got four now and i'm still ripping him back, went for a blast on his dyna today, when i got back i went out on the racer, totally illegal, no insurance, no mot, no tax, race bike on the road, i loved it, i know which one i prefer.........