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

Friday, 5 October 2012

cadwell park

i'm running around like a blue arsed fly, scruting the bike, scruting my leather's, helmet, boots and gloves, waiting for noise testing, where's dangerous?, he's strolling around the paddock scoping out the bikes, 'there's an aermacchi-mettise here' 'fuck off dangerous, get some fuel in and check the oil' 'no, seriously, there's an aermacchi-mettise here, it's mint''dangerous, just get the bike sorted and get a brew on' 'i'm telling you, aermacchi-mettise, green, no race number's, must be parading it, lovely bike though' after the first race i change out of my leather's and we go in search of the imagined dangerous aermacchi, 'there you go wanker, told you' fuck, fuck fuckin' fuck, there you go, it's only an aermacchi-mettise, an aermacchi-mettise in british racing/rickman green, i can't talk, i'm just feasting on the bike, probably the best looking bike i have ever seen, 'what the fuck is up with you bailey?' i can't reply, i'm too busy, dangerous slip's on his oakley's, nod's, a half smile almost flicker's across his lip's, must have imagined that, there's no smile when i look again.....

cadwell park

race bikes. cadwell park, british historic racing, saturday, 29th september, 2012.