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

Monday, 31 December 2012

do i love you [indeed i do]

ladies and gentlemen, may i take this oppurtunity to wish you all a happy and peaceful new year, thank you for checking out my grumpy bastard rambling's, here's to my bro-man whitey-dog-william's, jan tomlinson, [bless you jan, you know why] ed for the true roadracing perspective, hairy larry, nanno, mr ben jones, [the world's most handsome man], sweary mick, squire neil, dangerous, [my funk soul brother] barson, gordie, jim, dave 'soul man' taylor, my baby girl, jessica loveless, my boy jack edward, [you ram's!] and last but not least, my little hen, patricia mary, [love you baby].... oh yeah, for everyone else who check's out the blog on a regular basis, thank you, i can see you on my stat's, don't be a stranger, chip in, stick your oar in, contribute, bless you all and as the late, great dave allen used to say, 'whatever god you support, may he go with you.....goodnight'  oh, and here's one of the greatest northern soul tunes ever.....

aermacchi

well, the holiday's almost over, a last afternoon of major tea slurping and mince pie chompin' before a return to everyday stuff, i got my new calender's out ready to nail to the shed wall and rather worryingly realised it's only twelve week's until the first test day at mallory park, better get our finger's out then, matt black rattle can job on the damaged ap caliper, turn up the 3/8th's fine thread mounting bolt's, bollock's, the thread is stripped, turn up the new 10mm metric mounting bolt's, [never a fan of set screw's anyway, rather have a bolt from an engineering point of view] tap out the caliper, suprisingly easy, then dangerous inform's me that it's an aluminium and magnesium casting, that's why it's easy to work, doh! apply a splash of 'the racer's friend' [or loctite, or as sweary mick call's it monkey spunk] and we are good to go,dangerous set to and drilled the shit out of the brake disc, it need's surface grinding to finish but there's plenty of meat left on the bones, a bit like myself really, i'm on a mission now, got to shed half a stone and get fit for the forthcoming season......

Sunday, 30 December 2012

gilberto milani

doing a little digging after my discovery of mike's comment identifying the work's aermacchi rider, mr gilberto milani,i found that mr milani was the aermacchi race manager and also part of the management team that helped walter villa win three world championship's for a little known american outfit called 'harley-davidson', i'm sorry to be so cynical, but come on, the 'official' [t.m.] website glosses over this remarkable fact in less than two sentences! it really amazes me that harley steadfastly refuse to recognise the achievement's of the racer's who put their neck's on the line so that the 'factory' could claim the glory and the right to sell motorcycles to wannabee weekend warrior's, middle-aged wanker's searching out a lifestyle, you are not worthy to clean mr milani's boot's, heritage?, yeah, whatever...

aermacchi

no, you aren't having a flashback moment, well, yes you are actually, i posted this photo up a few week's ago, as you probably know, the blogger tool that automatically display's your latest comment's is broken at the moment and it was only by chance that i found this comment posted by mike, here's what he wrote, 'hello, the rider is gilberto milani, the bike is a 250 factory aermacchi racer with magneto ignition and special pre-production 230 ceriani 4 l's brake and already the last frame model, so, the year would be 1966 and i would be very pleased to know the exact place and have the year confirmed. these two shot's are real gem's for paddock pictures without a fairing are scarce....and coloured!! thank you for these pictures, i will offer them to gilberto who is 80 at present time, mike' so there you have it, a couple of photo's sent to me by ed at fingymoto discovered by someone who know's gilberto milani the rider in the photo, made my day today, mike, if you are in touch with gilberto, please pass on my regard's..........

Saturday, 29 December 2012

#13 baby

the pixies, # 13 baby, fucking tune....

# 13 baby

i fell in love again today, i had every intention of sticking the sporty on e-bay and raising some cash to fund the boxer race project, i can't just sell it without at least giving it a good looking at, i checked out my stash and i haven't got an oil filter, bollock's, since my 'difference of opinion' with a well known 'independent' harley davidson shop owner, [yes you fucker, you nearly killed me, we still need to have a chat about that] i have to suck it up and pay a visit to the local official dealer, almost a tenner for a filter? scandulous, is it because i wanted a black one instead of chrome? i'm looking at the people in the shop, what have i got in common with any of them? nothing, the whole 'consumer' experience leaves me cold, dangerous is in his element now, taking the piss and generally giving it me big-time about buying off them, we call in at the big japper shop on the way home, c.m.c, i remind dangerous how they tried to bum him when he tried to trade his sporty in for a ducati sport classic, one-all then bastard! i walk down the row's of faceless japper's, why the fuck do i want to sell my sporty? it's everything i love about motorcycles and i built mine........

Friday, 28 December 2012

aermacchi

i read all the comment's that people post on the blog, but,i know i don't reply very often, please accept that it's not that i'm not interested, it's rather that i really don't think that i have to, i don't want that to sound negative, it's just that i really appreciate people commenting, i love it that you take the time to comment, like i've said before, this is an open blog, positive or negative, i'll not censor any comment's and as my 'regular's' know, i often just send you a 'mail instead of posting a reply on the blog, a comment on my last post by squire neil got me thinking today, 'so now you need to buy a lime green polo neck and a pair of cream slack's?' brilliant! i'm walking the dog's and the loveless, arrested development brain is processing stuff, my thought's drift to the recent 'distinguished gentleman's' ride, where a bunch of media lovey's rode around laahndahnn, suited and booted, i'm sorry, i feel like the kid in the emperor's new clothes story, why the fuck would you want to do that? excuse me? i think we should organise an 'undistinguished gentleman's' ride out, for all the waif's and stray's and original mutherfucker's, let's ride through town's dressed in denim cut-off's, rigger boot's, donkey jacket's and pit-boot's with toe-cap's showing, scooterist's on cut-down vespa's, cherry red doc martens shining and 'paddy's' sown onto our m1a's, mz's, gsx-r's on open race pipes, converse, stone wash jean's, open fingered 'clippy' gloves, bell star's, simpson bandit's, thrashing through town, carving through the traffic in town, spitting at taxi driver's, waving at kid's, burn-out's and doughnut's, urban drag racing, wheelie's, black visor's, no numberplates, no tax, no mot certificates, yeah, the 'undistinguished gentleman's' ride out appeal's more than 'profiling' around in a fucking suit, motorcycling to me has alway's been more about being outside the 'norm' not trying to embrace it, a chance to leave all the everyday bollock's behind, why would you want to conform? to try and appear as a trend-setter? never been that, never will be, a message to you rudy, just be yourself, you might not 'fit-in' but you will be your own man, [or woman] anyhoo, here's some photo's from this afternoon of the 'aermacchiasta' drinking tea, eating mince pie's and having the crack, a veritable goldmine of experience and not a suit in sight.....

Thursday, 27 December 2012

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

boxing day

i hate boxing day, no i don't hate boxing day, rather i hate walking on boxing day, no i don't hate walking on boxing day, i just hate the people you meet when you are out walking on boxing day, no i don't hate all the people you meet walking on boxing day, just most of them, i walk all year round, everyday, in all weather's, rain or shine, snow, frost or those cloudy, drizzly dark day's that we get most day's in england, i'm out in a pair of goretex boot's with too short laces where they've rotted off, they used to be waterproof many moons ago, now they're just split with age and the constant wet, im wearing my cammo 'old navy' short's like i do all year, can't stand wet trousers flapping around my ankles and that slow, cold, wet wicking that you get as the damp rises to your nether regions that you get with 'long's', an old clash t-shirt, longsleeve base layer and my trusty berghaus jacket, filthy, ripped and torn and stained green from the numerous stiles that i encounter on my usual walk's, topped off with my 'arai' baseball cap, two day's growth, two jack russell terriers in tow and i'm looking like the sort of man you wouldn't want to meet out in the wood's, we set off just as the light is breaking, it's a mild morning and there's a glimpse of winter sunshine, the bird's are chirruping gently, almost in relief that the rain has stopped and given them a brief respite, how much rain have we had this year? normally bone dry track's are flooded, dry stone walls and tree's collapsed with the amount of water, it's like walking on a sherry trifle, boot's sinking into the mud and the earth greedily sucking at your feet, progress is slow, i give up trying to walk around the worst of the wetness and just plough straight through, ankle deep, stopping briefly to check out my favourite house in the world, a timber and glass construction built deep in a clearing in the wood's, i love this place, it just dissapears into the surroundings, in winter, even when there's no leaves on the tree's and even more so when the glass reflects the greenery, the water in the bottle brook is high but not as high as it's been in the last few days, [check out the flotsam and jetsam hanging off the branch on the left hand side of the brook], nearly home and i think i've made it, but no, i hear them first before i see them, a group of around ten to twelve 'boxing day walker's' clad head to toe in northface, marmot, haglof's and berghaus, loud, laughing and compass on strings around their neck's, some packing trekking poles, one bright spark has a head-light on top of his beany, [well, you must be prepared you know, it's only another seven hour's until it get's dark], you never can be too careful when your'e making that hazardous trek two miles to the dead poets for a lunchtime pint you know...........

Tuesday, 25 December 2012

nothing that has happened so far has been anything we could control

me? i'm blessed me, spent a peaceful christmas day in the company of my family, surely that's all that really matter's? i got a bellyfull of food, i was warm and with my loved one's, i got to walk my dog's in the [almost] daylight and without getting wet, [although we did get a little muddy] and i got some brilliant present's, jack came up trump's, i got some great book's, [you all know me so well], gil scott heron's 'the last holiday', 'young, gifted and black' the story of trojan records, mick walkers brilliant 'italian racing motorcycles' and 'british racing motorcycles' 'dream spectre's' off jessica, [the amazing ukiyo-e, images from the floating world' music in the shape of the alabama shakes, julian cope and two home-made cd's, brilliant, people just don't do 'mix tapes' anymore since the demise of the cassette tape, got two today, one off my old friend who has been doing them since the late eighties, a really professional looking job, complete with artwork and another, a rough and ready compilation, marker-pen-on-a-tesco-disc, at the end of the day, it's what's in the groove that count's.......