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

Saturday, 29 January 2011



one step forward, two steps back, carefully cut the reducing bushes in half, quick clean up on the bridgeport and mount the renthal bars in the renthal risers and slide the renthal grips on, [ok, i like renthal stuff,], i take care to line up the cuts with the riser splits, [i know, i know, i need to get a life], i measure the bar's and centre them between the risers, clean up the socket head set bolts and apply the loctite, step back to admire, kettle on and brew, nitromors the sprocket cover, singing away and feeling smug, dangerous spots it first, he's got eye's like a shithouse rat, 'casting's split youth...', i don't want to believe it and try and kid myself it's just paint clinging to the casting, i stick it in the vice and move it backwards and forwards, bollocks, he's right, common fault on sporty's, all that work milling and cutting the cover away, filing and emery cloth, fucktastrophe......
been a busy day in the loveless shed today, after breakfast i got a long walk in with the boy's, still a long way to go but, the season's changing, first time this week that i managed to walk the dog's without using my torch, the day's are getting longer and all of a sudden i realise that the new race season/riding season is approaching, down to see rob at racing lines to order a couple of brake fluid reservoirs for the racer and the sporty project, then called in to see ben and tim at second skin tattoo shop, got home and dangerous is hard at it working on the bonneville, i give him a hand milling his stainless chain guard down and barse turns up, kettle on and he has rescued a load of late seventies early eighties speedway programmes from the recycling bin, someone had obviously wanted someone to find them as they had left them at the side of the bin rather than consigning them to fiery oblivion, barse had taken what he wanted from the collection and passed the rest on to us, mad john the painter turns up, better get the kettle on then.........

caught up with ben today down at the shop, not seen him for a while, we have been trading insults via the blog,  text messages, e-mither's and phone so i thought i'd pop in for a brew and catch up, saturday is probably the busiest day in a tattoo shop so i find it amazing that people book an appointment, knowing they have at least a three month wait and then don't turn up, the bloke ben was tattooing was a nice guy, he had done his research and wanted a run-of-the-mill piece of tribal on his shoulder covering with a japanese piece, a big peony, lotus flower, cherry blossom and wind bar's, i was suprised when he dug out a photo of my hanya masks that he had scanned as a reference! i love tattoo shop's, i reckon ben has the best job in the world, the people you meet are proper, [well, the majority are], he get's to strip ladies down to their scanties and he get's paid for the pleasure, oh yeah, his t-shirt?, 'los bastardos de la muerte', this came from a mammoth tattoo session i was having and we decided to make up a fictional bike club based on one of the 60's biker exploitation films, the name of the gang?, the bastards of death!