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

Saturday, 12 May 2012

melatonin

boxer racer, love this image, [thank's jan tomlinson, long term loveless agent provocateur], fork's extending, rear shock's compressing, weedy, front drum brake, engine, wheels, fairing, absolute brilliance,it's a  motorcycle reduced to it's base component's.......

boxer racer project






pipes, chillum, bong, hookah, kiseru, sebsi, calumet, fill my bowl with a good shag, light, suck, cough, choke, i don't smoke but pipes are important to me, i spunked a couple of hundred on a pair of beautiful carbon oval can's, on a whim, after a drunken night surfing the 'bay, nevermind, put them into stock, they'll come into use one day, everything does eventually, thank's whitey, chris, med's and jan, [via e-mail], shorty reverse cones are the way to go, i knew it really, the only choice, [had some commando pea-shooter's on my beemer cafe racer and they worked great, but, well, the megga's do it for me, and you too apparently] the megga's were from the local triumph dealer, a steal at seventy quid a pair, the adaptor collet's are f'ugly so dangerous turned up a couple of adapters out of ally, need to make up a couple of blanking pieces and get them welded into the downpipes to replace the cut-out balance pipe, rub the dirty chrome finish off the megga's, spray them matt black, possibly some exhaust wrap to hide the 32 year old pock-marked, salt stained and scarred downpipes and improve performance by lagging the primary pipe to promote a better inlet charge, internet, dangerous, makes me sound like i know what i'm on about............

the loveless vinyl vault, [aka skeletons in the cupboard]

 soul music, i remember hearing this for the first time, i'm a thick bloke from the east midland's, never exposed to music with a deep southern gospel feeling, it moved me to tear's and i spent the next few months on a mission tracking down this gem, as many tunes embraced by the northern soul scene in general, the artists themselves were mercilessly exploited by dj's and promoter's alike who had discovered their demo copies  and limited edition run's of radio station promotion's the junk shop's and vinyl graveyard's in the states, the infamous rare soul dealer simon soussan signed up kenny for a 300 dollar fee with the promise of royalties from all official release's of the single 'lord, what's happening to your people', take a close look, the top photo is my copy, kenny's name appear's on the label as 'kenni' and that, is one of the reasons that the soul singer's never received the royalties they deserved, bootlegged copies feeding the need of the soul fan's, [myself included], what's a strange twist is that my copy is more collectable than the later bootlegged copy, what the fuck? never the less, check this out for a truly soulful experience.......