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

Saturday, 8 September 2012

charity shop/oxfam

saturday, no match today, england played last night, world cup qualifier, mr's b and me hit the shop's in belper, chippy dinner today, chip's, mushy peas, white cob's from gregg's, [with proper slighty salted lurpak butter], i live like a monk week day's, five a day, tuna salad everyday, no alcohol, walk five miles a day, training hard on the heavy bag, weekend's? fuck that, beer, wine, vodka, curry, chip's and all the other malarkey that's no good for you, first port of call is the legendary book and cd and vinyl shop that is oxfam, mr's b pick's up five novel's by jonathon kellerman her new favourite author, i score a copy of 'zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance' by robert m pirsig, had it year's ago, lent it someone long forgotten and it dissapeared into the ether and four cd's, new order, 'technique', eel's, 'daises of the galaxy', fun lovin' criminal's, '100% colombian' and 'b.r.m.c.' by black rebel motorcycle club, support your local charity shop, [jack's had a sort out of his designer label clothes that he doesn't wear anymore and we dropped them off too, what goes around, comes around........]

we don't need no steenkin' mudguard

a little comment by jan, a long time contributer to the loveless blog has been needling me all week, 'ever thought about losing the front mudguard?' well, yes i have, i've never been happy with the cut-down aprillia 125 guard, i fitted it because past experiences on my rigid sporty chop sans 'guard told me to fit one to stop the constant stream of road debris, water from the wet road's and lump's of cow faeces hitting me square in my ugly mug, but, you know what?, after jan's comment i woke up a couple of night's thinking about it, i got to thinking, i'm running a barely legal, [ok. illegal] motorcycle, i have no headlight, no indicator's, a loud pipe, my emissions are fucked because i junked the standard airbox with the re-circ system and i'm running a mikuni 42mm pumper carb and shorty s+s bellmouth, i've got race tyres, my brake's are not 'type-approved' original equipment but a combination of ducati treble-nine brembo front stopper and cagiva mito 125 rear but a hundred times more efficient than the o.e.m standard harley shit fitted as standard, a small silver and black reg plate and a hundred and one other thing's that i've modified that aren't 'official dealer t.m. approved' so, what difference does it make not running a front mudguard? diddly fucking squat, nada, nothing, not-a-jot old chap and let's face it, it does look better doesn't it...........

sweary mick's other aermacchi

i've done more miles this past week than the whole of summer, woke up to another glorious day in derbyshire, sat in the garden with the dog's drinking tea by 0700hrs, not a breath of wind, definite autumn feel but just lovely, me and mrs b breakfast, drink tea, walk the dog's, more tea, down into belper, browse my favourite shop, the oxfam charity store, mr's b pick's up five novel's and i score four cd's and a copy of 'zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance', chippy dinner, more tea and out on the girl's bike, i lose track of how many miles i've ridden but i know i've got a sore posterior and i've filled the sporty tank four times, i dend up at sweary mick's, dinah makes me a brew and we retire to one of sweary mick's four shed's, all full of notable motorcycles, here's his new purchase, an aermacchi 350 single racer with a history you wouldn't believe, he's still finding out all about it from the record's supplied with the bike, he's got loads of spares with the machine too, seven-speed gearboxes at 3 grand a piece?, yep, two of those, a truckload of liner's, pistons, ignitions, cylinder heads and barrels, three bottom end's, spare frame and swing-arm, unreal, i blag a sit on the bike, the clip-on's are so narrow, the whole bike is light as a feather, the fairing and seat are cabon, no wonder they are so fast and just as a teaser he pull's the cover back on the 250 seeley aermacchi that dangerous is coveting badly.........