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

Friday, 31 January 2014

the root of all evil








me and dangerous are proud to present the loveless 'lifestyle' collection for twenty-14,  hand picked item's to make your life better, just buy them and you will gain instant street credibility, our hoodies are carefully selected, big, baggy, washed out and made in a sweat shop in pakistan, especially distressed for that 'in the shop' look, [even though you think shop mean's john lewis or macy's]  just like the ones you can buy in primark or, for our north american brother's, old navy, stickers, beanie hats and 'snoopy' winter-spring collection outerwear, just think 'radar' in the old vietnam war series m.a.s.h, cutting edge slogans, 'loveless, cool as fk' stickers and beanies, [we deliberately missed out the 'uc' so you can wear it to pick up your kid's or take your mum shopping without offending anyone, but, anyone who is down would know we actually meant a very naughty swear-word called fuck], limited edition 'loveless' turnings, from actual parts that we actually make for our actual bikes, [supplied in an actual authentic plastic zip-bag, numbered and signed by dangerous and me] then, we offer our hand made, loveless wine, me and dangerous choose the grapes ourselves, tread them and filter the mashings through a sweaty old sock to bring you a taste experience, [limited edition run, 9000 units only available]  and finally, an actual, original, hand sketched artwork by me, yes, timmy loveless, i like to think this enscapulates the whole ethos of loveless engineering, the fraught tensions of two genius bike builder's, one a conceptial, driven artist, the other, a brilliant engineer, two worlds collide in artistic liberation.........................................................................................

Thursday, 30 January 2014

still fighting it







what a strange day. thursday is the new friday. i'm off work today, so, get some domestic's done and down to my favourite 'metal re-cycling ' yard, i love it that you can weigh in a big bag-full of aluminium turnings and trade them in for a shed load of useable, lovely, stock, the weigh in? ten quid, the stock? four quid, or, the price of a mcdonalds big-mac-meal-deal, re-fucking-zult, new tyres today too, metzler lazer's, stock rear's a 130, stuck a 150 on the back and upped the front from a 110  to a 120, new rubber, those little, spiky, things just waiting to be worn down come the spring, oh yeah, there were a couple of bridgeport milling machines in the scrappy's today, one a series one, cnc, unit complete with digital readout, i casually asked how much, 'a oner youth' a hundred pounds, english, for a fucking bridgeport!!! my jessie pay's more than that for a pair of shoe's........stay tuned racefan's, i've decided if you can't beat them, well, i'm going to join them, loveless merch coming soon, wait until you see what i've got in my locker, get ready to consume, all major credit cards accepted, paypal? no problem, why should i bother getting up at sparow fart when i can mug off the general public to buy a t-shirt, tool-roll, [complete with paisley print] or a shit painting by a shit artist, [limited edition, limited edition?, it's limited because there's no-one stupid enough to buy your shit-art that's why], the loveless pop-up show coming soon to a place near you, bmw boxer twin's, cut-down frame rails? exhaust wrap? chunky, firestone tyres? get a room fucker's! lot's of beard's, low-slung jean's, wank journalist's wearing van's, carrying 'satchel's, [not man-bag's] and paying someone to build 'their' project bike on the promise of a couple of inches of exposure in 'their' magazine, warning! warning! the next trend is going to be mz's and northern soul, scooters and football, taxi!, oh bollock's, i've missed the bandwagon,  anyhoo,  it's all good folk's, form an orderly queue ladies and gentlemen, no pushing now...........loveless merch, limited edition's, details tomorrow, selling out? nah, not me..........

Saturday, 25 January 2014

at the top of the stairs, [there's darkness]






motown, everybody loves motown, the sound of young america, detroit, motor-city, uptempo, soul sounds, the sheer joy of music that moves you, [well, it moves me, it might not move you, hey man, it's not my fault you ain't got no soul in your old shoes] work again today, in at six in the am, out of there at two in the pm, another day wasted, the bloody rear master-cylinder bracket is turning out to be an epic, cut, cut, machine, fettle, i'm hovering over a 'buy it now' on a honda fireblade on the 'bay, i'm cold and tired and hungry, i can just start it, ride it, adjust the chain and polish the fairing, it's going to get me there and back, no hassle, no headaches but no soul, i've been checking out northern soul do's in derby, february 7th, i'm trying to get the courage to go, thirty-five years after my last all-nighter, oh dear, a trial run tonight see's me attempting a spin and almost rendering myself unconcious after bashing my swede on the fireplace, the dog's barking and attacking me, jack shouting 'turn it down', [excuse me, shouldn't that be the parents doing that, not the kid's?], jess and mr's b laughing at my 'dad dancing' don't give a fuck me, i'm directly linked to berry gordy, i've got soul me, i've got togetherness, i'm just thirty-five year's too late, bummer, bedtime me'think's, my new favourite book, the springfix catalogue, engineering brilliance, night, night everyone,,,,,,,,,

Friday, 24 January 2014

it's life jim, but not as we know it.....


eat, sleep, work, repeat, eat, sleep, work, repeat, eat, sleep, work, repeat, eat, sleep, work, repeat, eat, sleep, work, repeat, eat, sleep, work, repeat, eat, sleep, work, repeat, eat, sleep, work, repeat, eat, sleep, work, repeat, eat, sleep, work, repeat, eat, sleep, work, repeat, eat, sleep, work, repeat, eat, sleep, work, repeat, my shift pattern for the last fourteen day's, interesting isn't it? well, no, it isn't really, up early doors, dark, cold, wet, misery, i'm sucking up the sunshine from our florida holiday but the supply is running out fast, surely there has to be more to life than this? i'm running on empty, my tank's empty, i'm craving some warm sunshine on my shoulders, some light, i feel like i'm living in a permanent state of darkness, gloom and dampness, mud-splattered and suffering trenchfoot, fuck winter and the donkey it rode in on, right, the o.e.m triumph rear master-cylinder is huge, check out the picture of it in my dwarf hand, why the fuck is it that big? it doesn't work anyway, i'm trying to conserve some hard-earned so instead of hunting through the breakers yards for a much more suitable replacement, i decide to try and use the  boat anchor, sorry, the original item instead, rough out a mounting bracket, spacing bushes and it still fouls the sidepanel, bollocks, [just ignore this bit, it's a reminder to myself, original footpeg mountings machined to atoms, make up new rearset's, need to move the o.e.m mastercylinder through thirty-degrees to re-locate the rearsets], it fouls the sidepanel now, don't want to run it witout the side panels and original air-box, taking cue's from race-bike-technology, cool, clean, air, not two-quid, foam, filter's, the mastercylinder bracket doesn't let the side panel fit flush, bollock's, need to re-think this one, i look at the clock, play-times over, eat, sleep, work, repeat........and then? there's the front caliper, a brembo, four-pot, used them on everything before, dug out this one and guess what? it smashes the spokes on the bike,  need to space the disc out to give clearance, more measuring, more machining, more energy sapping wankness, i'm seriously thinking about just buying a fireblade and fucking all this hassle off, and then? and then? nah, they would have would won, fuck winter, fuck the easy option, no one said life was going to be easy.......................................

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Saturday, 18 January 2014

so pure







cut, sliced and diced, subtle little touches to the 'false' triumph, sprocket cover, the original trying to look like a pre-unit gearbox, fucking ruined forever, o.e.m, footpeg hangers, mutilated, big 'eavy items cutdown and sorted, ply-wood footpeg hangers cut to establish rearset mountings, four inches back, three inches higher, made to measure, like a mohair suit, look and learn........'we are the mod's, we are the mod's, we are the mod's.........'

Sunday, 12 January 2014

too close to see far









after the big clean up, it's back to work today, radio chugging, tea swigging, the crack's flowing, mick and chalky visit us, the little shed is literally bursting at the seams, 'industrial language' laughing and taking the piss, cutting oil and homemade fruit cake courtesy of my mum mavis, dogs sleeping on 'their' chair, the new hydraulic bench get's caned, up and down, up and down, up and down, i make new stainless headsteady mountings from the stock we got from newark last week, lovely stainless flanged nuts, dangerous is on the lathe making up spacing bushes, loctite and ratchets whirling, make up a service plate to machine the standard, heavy, sprocket cover, yeah, there are loads of after-market items available, but...... i'd already made one using carbon-fibre and aluminium spacer bushes, but, it was just too 'flat' a little doodling with a sharpy and mr hacksaw meet's the standard cover, no going back now i guess, just another sunday afternoon then......

Saturday, 11 January 2014

displacement and time







displacement and time, what a week, busy, busy, busy, my old desk-top finally shuffled off this mortal coil, 'broadband to bandwith, mega-bites to terra-bites, for two years only, for ever? forever? your joking! amen'...... mr's b buy's me a new computer, a new computer? i'm a luddite me and proud of it, what does this button do? where's that gone? fucking fuck, i'm sure mr's b is going to kill me, 'trish, how do i get i-tunes up?' 'trish, how do i post photo's?' 'bailey, you really are a wanker!' a bit harsh me'think's but, perhaps she has a point? anyway, saturday morning and a knock on the door, dog's foaming at the mouth and going apeshit, 'kill, kill, kill the t.n.t bloke!' whoa, i'm knocked out, mr's 'scottish resting face' b, the kid's and my ma have all chipped in and bought me a hydraulic lift workbench to replace the old tube storage, upside down, chipboard topped thing that i've been struggling with for the past five years, it's got a proper wheel clamp for the front wheel to hold the bike in position, it lifts up to the correct working height with a foot pump, absoluteley brilliant, im so touched, tears rolling down my fat face, [must be that cold winter wind] received loads of treasure too, beautiful, stainless rose-joints for the rearsets, a new shorai, superlight battery for the bmw racer, [big up's to carrot cycles, even though we had over-charged the original battery, they met us half-way and replaced the battery for a great price], scored a cagiva mito brembo brake caliper off e-bay for a song, i love these rear brake calipers, loads of feel, easy to mount and dead cheap, used them on lots of projects, from the mz racer to the sportster, a dose of 'mr muscle' oven cleaner, some stainless fasteners and new pads will see a great brake for the price of a chip supper, great to get the bikes out  the shed today and have a sort out and clean up,  tried to start the ducati and guess what? yep, the battery is as flat as kate moss, but, the triumph is looking good, ok, the tank is too high, [i just lodged it on to stop it getting kicked during the big clean up] but, i just think it might work after all.......