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

Wednesday, 12 June 2013

airheadcafe racer project

wednesday night, team loveless are kicking their heels in the shed, waiting for the electrician, waiting for new's on the boxer race bike, dangerous is idly sorting through the milling cutters and discarding those beyond salvage , i'm sweeping up, sighing and listening to sly stone, sighing, standing on dangerous's toe's and letting out deep sigh's, he's getting fucked off with me and eventually crack's, 'stop fucking sighing, haven't you got anything to do?' i sigh, loudly, 'no, just waiting for the electrician and some new's on the boxer race bike, don't think i'll ride anything this year' [big self pittying, self indulgent, sigh for comedy effect] the airhead cafe racer frame is lying on the bench, it look's like a skinny office worker on it's lunch break, awkward and un-loved, i thought is was ready for blasting to remove the old powdercoating, but then i spot it, i must be losing my touch, i must admit i'd missed the steering lock, standing proud like a vicar's erection at choir practice, quick hacksaw job to remove the bulk and onto the miller for some therapy, 'are you doing it, or shall i dickhead' say's the ever charming dangerous, 'you do it, i'll hold it and take some photo's, your skinny little arm's won't be able to hold that big lump up there' 'fuck off you fat bastard' he retort's, 'fuck you right back dangerous, it's a good job you met me otherwise you'd have been sitting in the garden with a tartan blanket over your knee's shouting i want to pee!' bailey! you're a cu.....' 'yeah i know' i say, [treading on his toe again for comedy effect] i love wednesday's me, almost the start of the weekend............