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

Saturday, 10 December 2011



it's ok beavering away in the shed, working on whatever bike you might happen to be working on but, sometimes, you need to call on mates with different skill's, a lot of time on a project is spent travelling backward's and forward;s, drinking tea, having the crack and just sitting in that chair in the shed and looking and planning before you even pick up a tool in anger, got a call off frenchy, he wasn't sure about lacing up the eighteen inch rim up to the hub that i'd cut out of the r80 rim that i stole off barse so, i jumped in the trusty old polo and made the forty mile round-trip up to his workshop to box off the details, business as usual, take the piss out of his apprentice, flirt with emma and have a brew, no wonder i can't get the message accross, kev's still battered after a night out in, [excuse me but it has to be done, dirty fucking red-dog bastard's] -  [s]nottingham, amongst the normal horrible harley davidson's i spot a confederate, kev fill's me in with the story, one of his customers, on business in the states get's talking to a bloke who just happens to have a hellcat in his shed that he doesn't want anymore, not only is it a hellcat, it's the one hundred and twenty four inch s+s engined model, [or, to put it in european terms, two point two litres of fuck-off engine], the whole deal, [including converting it to bullshit s,v,a, standard's and registering it in dear old blighty, road legal and ready to go] works out at a grand less than a brand spanking ugly-as-sin-what-the-fuck-were-they-thinking? ducati diavel, no contest, i'm drooling over the details, swingarm doubling as exhaust, beautiful machined yokes, faultless carbon-fibre tank, seat unit and exhaust heat shields, hand built, artisan motorcycle, it's got what no factory bike can ever have, it's got soul.......

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