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

Sunday, 7 October 2012

stars at darley

october already? where's the year gone? 'stars at darley' traditionally the season's closing race meeting, the work's team's come along to race at a basic, derbyshire, old ww2 airfield track, not knocking it in any way, i love darley moor, been supporting the races since, well, more year's than i care to remember, seaweed?, dave humpstone? the day's of lc250 and 350's, most of them stolen bikes, gsx 1100's, gs 1000's running alongside fast british twin's and triples, yammy tz's, the scent of castrol 'r' heavy in the air, proper, today i get caught sneaking in, first time for everything i suppose, if you turn right at the island instead of left you usually miss the pay gate, park up in the paddock and watch the racing for free, not today, an eagle eyed old biddy spot's me and follow's me faster than mo farrer to let me know she's clocked me, i plead ignorance and bargain her down to 8 quid from fifteen as the racing has started, fuck me, i'm losing my touch, it's a great leveller for the work's boy's, not taking anything away from them but in football term's this is the non-league boy's, the pub team's sticking it up the premiership, a great day's racing and a great day's riding, it's bloody cold but you have to get in what you can at this time of year, i get flashed by a police car on my way home, i'm pushing it, it's almost dark, [ok, it's dark, no light's but one of those day's when you don't want to go home]

aermacchi

popped in to see sweary mick on the way to darley moor, i was dropping off a pair of bar end's that dangerous had machined up before he scooted off to the lake district in the motor caravan, mick get's us a brew on while i get my gear off, he soon returns to the shed with the tea and a fresh, raspberry do-nut, still warm, the crunchy sugar dusting the perfect foil to very strong tea, we sit in the late autumn sunshine looking at the aermacchi on the bench, one thing i notice straight away after studying the 250 mettise is that the head has been machined away for a central spark plug, mick's other bike has it in the traditional left hand, 45 degree position, he's made a blinding job of cleaning and sorting out the bodge's of the previous owner, his attention to detail is amazing, not only has he started machining all the fastener's, dishing out the heads of the bolt's, [mick's proper old-school, none of that socket head bollock's here], he's also drilled out the centre's to reduce weight, here's a bloke who's raced at all level's in his past seventy year's, from 'scrambles' to trial's to road racing, what do i know? fuck all, i'm standing on the shoulders of giant's me......