so, cruising the delights of ebay and i spot a low mileage triumph bonneville, 1977, t140, very nice, i want it, i need to offload a bike to fund it but which one? the ducati?, nah, big, aircooled twin, carbs, mile-muncher, 80 honest italian horses, 135mph and great handling, this one's a keeper, the boxer race bike?, nah, i know it's a money pit and my man has let me down badly but, it's nearly there, just ordered a pair of thirty-eight mill dell 'orto pumpers to finish off the job in a proper style, just need's dynoing to set it up and i'm good to go next year, right, that's it, the sporty has to go, i put it up on e-bay, i get the usual chancer's, wankers and dreamers and spend the rest of the week sending e-mails, answering inane, boring, question's, trying to be polite to fucking toss-pots who don't realise the coin and effort that have been put into my bike, i set a ridiculously low reserve and get a hundred and one emails asking me to contact whoever because they want to buy it for two and six, you know what? go and fuck yourself's, i'd rather set fire to it and ride it into the armco,it's not for sale now, i'll rack it up, re-cycle it and re-invent it, 'what was your reserve?' phhhwarh, read my lip's, fuck right off..........
well, i've sat and looked at it for a couple of day's and today i decided i really couldn't live with it, you have to be true to...
early seventies at southgate secondary modern and the young loveless was getting his ear turned by black music, mostly motown and what later...