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

Sunday, 30 March 2014

there ain't half been some clever bastards......
















only got the chance to have a very, very brief walk around the paddock at cadwell park on friday during the short lunch break, here's a few pics of some of the bikes in the immediate area, check out the twin engined triumph outfit, there ain't half been some clever bastards..........

Saturday, 29 March 2014

a strangely isolated place






fifteen and three-quarter's of an hour after setting off for the british historic racing practice day at cadwell park, i'm sitting in my shed with dangerous quaffing a couple of bottles of staropramen, it's been a strange day, early start, our traditional breakfast at the golden arches, egg mcmuffins and coffee, heavy, overnight rain and a pretty average weather forecast of low temperature, low cloud and persistent showers doesn't bode well, down for scrutineering, bike through ok bar us getting a bollocking for not running an oil catchment tank, basically the 'gravy tray' that we bolt underneath the bike to catch any fuel/oil/lubricant spills, i'd got it out i promise, it's just that we can't get the bike up the plank and into the van with it fitted and i'd left it on the bench, noise testing goes ok, ninety-seven decibels at four thousand rpm, sticker on and i'm happy, not so when i get my leathers, helmet, gloves and boots checked, my left boot is worn through under the instep and it takes some eating of humble pie and promises to replace them next time to get a signature on the tech card, briefing done, wristband's issued and i miss the first session, bollocks, luckily, the day is under subscribed, i reckon the weather forecast has put a lot of people off. it actually brightens up throughout the day and the track eventually dries, especially the mountain / hall bends / hairpin / barn complex where it's initially very damp under the trees. the early sessions see 45 bikes out on track, solo's one, solo's two then sidecars, i just do a twenty minute session, get flagged, off the track and straight back into the holding area for the next session, basically forty minutes track time each time, repeated throughout the day, brilliant value at sixty quid for the day, dangerous reckons it cost me 15 pence a lap the amount of time i got. initial thoughts on the new engine? brilliant, rev's easily through and beyond the red line, loads more power than before, got to modify the gear linkage, it's just too flimsy at six mil, need to step it up to ten mil so the gearchange is more positive, the bike just feels great to ride. a cold, damp, cadwell park in early spring, a strangely isolated place indeed, i get the reality check i need in the second to last session of the day, i tip into the uphill, left-hand bend at the end of the start / finish straight, drop a gear for the double apex charlies, blind entry and lose concentration, i'm off the track and onto the wet grass before i know it, how i keep it upright i don't know, i'm dabbing the back brake to try and scrub off some speed and the arse end is fish-tailing all over the bloody place, brakes just don't work on wet grass, at least i had the sense not to grab a handful of front stopper, lesson learned, i'm cold, i'm tired, i've had a great day, need to reign it in and call it a day instead of pushing it, i'm mad at myself for running off the track, but, you know what? there's no where else i'd rather be today..............

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

i can't feel my hand anymore, it's alright













i don't think i can ever go back to work again. a whole week off, is this really what life is about? i'm still up early doors, [in our house no-one ever really sleep's, jess in at some un-godly hour, dog's patrolling in the middle of the night trying to kill the cat / badger / fox, jack and me getting up at stupid o' clock for work, plus my nightly waking for a pee / check to see if i turned off the battery charger / or, that must-read-now-team-bike-24 hour-endurance race-report from 1981 that suddenly popped into my brain, or the obscure northern soul instrumental from stafford that i must track down, now, if not sooner....] i'm feeling a tad nervous, everything is going too well, me and the dangerous one are too organised, van booked, new tyre on, lockwiring done, had to make a spacer up so i can change gear with the new link pipes fitted,  couldn't get my boot under the lever on up-changes, well, i probably could, but it 's just much more comfortable now and takes out any guess-work whilst shifting. just fuel to get in our motley collection of jerry can's, get the new race number viny'ls off roy, fit the numberboards and we are almost ready for the bhr test day at cadwell on friday. started the beemer and tried it with the new pipes to see what it sounds like, with the standard baffles in i reckon we will be ok, team loveless vs the noise machine, rev it to around five thousand rpm and it's a different story, baffles out? fruitier than a fruit bat with a big hard-on! plan is to get noise tested with baffles in then drop them out for the practice sessions once we have the 'noise tested' sticker on the fairing. even found time to do a bit on the false triumph, front indicators mounted, resistors in and wired up, found a nice pair of 'stealth' headlamp brackets on the 'tinterweb that really suit the project, junked the shite fasteners and turned up some stainless fittings and spacers, headlight sits a barely noticeable inch and a half lower and an inch and a quarter closer to the yokes, but, i reckon it looks a million times better. gave the stock chain guard a bit of therapy too, milled some holes in it, chopped the back off it and shaped it with a file and wet and dry, quick blast with a rattle can in satin black, sorted. don't usually run chain guards on my bikes, but, like i said before, its all about looking across a carpark and thinking, hmmm, look's ok but i can't quite figure out why? you dig?..........

Saturday, 22 March 2014

derby five - forest nil






derby day today, us vs them, the rams vs forest, derby vs nottingham, steve mclaren vs billy davis, so much history, davis was our manager, mclaren their manager, don't even mention the clough / taylor years, so many players swapping sides and allegiances, playing for both clubs, i hate forest me, i hate them with a passion, fuck them and the donkey they rode in on, today we dicked them proper, five- fucking- nil, five - nil, five - nil, five- fucking- nil, five - nil on your big day out! it's brilliant to be a ram today, i shed a tear or two i admit, the stuff of legends,  had to go to work today, see the picture of the lads outside the neptune at 0700hrs, beer and breakfast, love to have been there but everyone has to make a living, there's no-way i was missing this fixture, made it into the ground with seconds to spare and had to go back after to finish my shift, but, you know what? i wouldn't have missed it for the world, 'since i was young, i followed them, d.c.f.c, the team for me.......'  bryson hat-trick,  live on sky tv to add to the dog's humiliation, billy davis and you forest scum, fuck right off...............

Friday, 21 March 2014

absencen







rediscovered a disc that my daughter, jess, gave me a year ago, an mp3 file of brilliant music, stuff totally underground and below the radar, listened to it over the last couple of night's whilst working on the bike, brilliant job by nige at nrp exhausts, adaptor pipes made up to fit the carbon oval can's to the race bike, 32mm to 42mm to 54mm, all swaged and belled and beautiful tig welding, three-angled bends to get them sitting just-so and brackets and stainless retaining springs, had to make up some stainless brackets and turn up the fasteners to do justice to the pipework, spent my break getting new race rubber fitted, another one hundred and fifty english pounds spunked on a front tyre, drilled out the baffle-retaining rivet, be rude not too really, if it's too loud i'll just bolt them back in, question? why buy a house next to a racing circuit if you are offended by the noise of race bikes? just saying.........

Sunday, 16 March 2014

foreververb









the brake fittings and hose arrived from earl's as i mentioned in the previous post, sorry, just can't live with the horrible o.e.m triumph stuff, i love making up brake lines, routing them so they look just right, alway's end up with bleeding digit's off the stainless brading though, i machined the banjo bolts with a ball mill for no reason than it just looks good, ok, you save a couple of grammes here and there, but really? it's not exactly moto gp is it? funny too how trends change, back in the early eighties, bare stainless braid was the dog's danglies, now? well, i just tend to think 'hair dresser' or 'shower room', nah, plain, black sleeved hosing for me thank's, just a cheeky little 20mm of exposed stainless braid and that's only so i can work on the collar's and olives, stainless bleed nipples finish off the job, the brakes bleed up easily and there's loads of feel at the lever, job done. fitted the new regina chain today too, splashed out on a 'warrior' combined riviter/chain cutting tool so easy to use and a bargain at thirty quid, always struggled in the past when you can make life so much easier for the price of a couple of pints and a takeaway curry. then there's the bollock i've dropped with the headlight / indicator mounting, sometimes you just have to admit it, i've fucked up, dangerous is ecstatic, 'told you bailey you wanker!' yep, he was right, there was no-way i could bend the headlight mounting bracket's at such an angle without a proper folder, to think i could get the right angle using the vice on the miller and a nylon headed mallet was a touch naive, i hold my hand's up, i've fucked up, nevermind, turn the brackets down and they make a wicked pair of indicator mountings....... foreververb? i was am will be, you were are will be, he / she / it is will be, we were are will be, you were are will be, they were are will be.................