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

Sunday, 9 January 2011


sunday morning finds me and dangerous making our way east for the 'normous newark autojumble', 45 miles later, park up, pay the entrance fee and in, straight away i realised we had dropped a bollock and would have been better off spending the day in the shed, i don't think i've ever seen such a load of old tat in all my life, i've thrown better stuff away in the past, as we wend our way between the stalls it soon becomes apparent that we have wasted our admission money, i spied the lovely lambretta on the way in and took a closer look while dangerous poked stuff with a stick, i got my list of stainless unf and unc stainless fasteners out of my pocket and started to work my way down the list, 'bend over loveless, this is going to hurt!', back home i spread the 'bargains' out on the bench, £39, i can't believe i got sucked in.......
'ernst degner wanted to become the bike. he was tucked in so hard that it hurt. he had flattened his torso so tight against the fuel tank that his chest was getting battered black and blue as the little mz skipped from bump to bump. his chin was squeezed as hard as it'd go into the cube of foam rubber that had been glued towards the front of the fuel tank for that purpose. every muscle in his arms and legs strained inward, like he was  trying to hug the machine to death. his knees were dug as deep as they'd go into the cut-outs that had been hand -beaten into each side of the aluminium fuel tank. he had shifted his hands as far up the handlebars as they'd go and he had moved his toes back onto the footrests, so his feet were fully hidden inside the bodywork, looking at the man and machine, it was difficult to see where the muscle ended and the metal began......'