that's it. i'm done. fuck motorcycles.fuck motorcyclists. i'm stressed to fuck me. i'm going to take up golf, or fishing, or embroidery, or gardening. anything but fucking motorcycles. i've dropped a right royal bollock, measured up my super-trick, realm engineering, ram rear shocks for the false triumph, smug as fuck, check me out, giving it the big 'un, the shocks turn up and i've given them the mounting hole diameter incorrect, what a twat, not an insurmountable problem, but dangerous is milking it big time, 'bailey, get a ruler!' then, the new 'dangerous' yellow ducati turns up mid-week, the shed is getting a touch 'tight' to say the least, oh well, at least the false triumph is off up to nrp to get an exhaust courtesy of nige, chalky and sweary mick turn up thursday afternoon to do the honours, at last, a bit of room freed up, the dangerous duc is on the bench, he can't wait to start changing bolts, starting with the front calipers, oh dear, in his haste he's rounded off the allen screws and i have to sort him out, carefully drilling out the corroded original items, revenge is mine, 'you know what you get with rushing croftsy?' 'yeah, i know bailey, bruised fingers and kid's.........'
first 4 lines i say all the time....why oh why did i choose bikes....bantam in the boot of me old mans marina ....front wheel flapping about ..borrowing 2p to phone him back at home ..where are you ....trowell moor!!
ReplyDeleteOurs is a love/hate relationship with these damn machines. We buy, tinker, add, subtract and destroy. A constant struggle, first mutilating then healing, never fully satisfied.
ReplyDeleteI go through a a binge/purge cycle. Acquiring up to five, always trying to keep them in running order, plated and (usually) insured. Then, the registration renewals and insurance premiums pour in, and I'm thinking, 'Shit, I only rode this one once and the other one twice, why plate them?' Then it's, 'Why have them if I'm not riding them?' Right now I'm preparing another "purge." Advertisements are placed, calls are made, and I'll soon be rid of all but the one I actually ride, and maybe one more. Then, inevitably, I'll see something I like, or find one at a price I can't refuse, and the shop is full again.
Stupid.
Herm, Sounds like it's time to build a new shed....
DeleteI still can't believe all the activity and bikes in Tim's, considering it's size.