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

Saturday, 21 April 2012

boxer racer project



six hour's work into this, from the original 'roughing-out' on the pillar drill to the stage you see it in now, it's still not finished in my eyes, need's some finishing with a riffler and wet and dry, you know what? i've had time to think about this build today, i was in the shed at 0645hrs, the faithful dog gang on 'their' chair, mug of tea and radio six, yeah, i was gutted to not make last weekend's race meeting, i was so wrapped up in my own preciousness that i didn't consider the fact that my friend was going through a whole load of shit, he's not a well bloke, i didn't find out until i gave it the big one demanding my engine, i feel like a right tosser now, bike's matter to me big time, there a massive part of my life , i'm getting on and every week count's, i want to get as much time out there as possible, but, friendship is more important, does it really matter if i don't make a race meeting if someone who i care about is not well? nah, does it fuck...............

loveless vinyl vault [aka skeletons in the cupboard]

      where do you start with the story of  joseph arrington jnr, or, joe tex, born and raised in texas, shared a label with a certain 'mr james brown, the hardest working man in show business', they were deadly rival's, james accusing joe of copying his style and dance moves, joe famously mocking 'the godfather's' famous 'cape' routine' with the classic line 'please, please, please, get me outta this cape', it got a little more 'complicated' when james started dating joe's wife bea, the whole episode peaked with james firing a gun at joe in a nightclub!, fucking hell, that's serious shit, anyway, here's joe and two minutes of brilliance, if it doesn't get you when he sing's 'sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me' around the one minute thirty mark you ain't got no soul boy..............