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

Saturday, 26 May 2012

my brother from another mother.....





called in to see barse today, me and barse have been around the block a few times in the past twenty two years, birth's, death's, parties, rallys, raves and punk rock concerts, rides and builds, chops, racers, cafe racers we've shared beer's and tears, beer's and spliff's, beer's and tent's, the ride's down to kent for the glory years, nostalgia drags, on the bumper cars at three in the morning off our heads, dancing like mad men in the pigpen to the emporium sound system, tattoo's and bruises, fall out's and fight's, helping kev build the rock and blues shovelhead in front of an audience of thousands, prodigy gig's, dancing to the fire alarm, underworld dj darren emerson, crashes, demo run's, sharing part's, laughing until i've nearly been sick, eating mars bars when we've had the munchies, countless cup's of tea, the deftones, massive attack, the uk sub's and the grit, converse, maglight's and stone circles, pixie hats, yellow shades, fairground rides, belgian girls, belgian chocolate and belgian bikes, sitting in barses garden in a cut down triumph herald rear end, drinking tea and laughing with dangerous, barse, gordy and mandy, it all just seemed to make sense, my brother from another mother.........

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