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

Thursday, 27 August 2015

classic tt / manx gp



well, a year gone already and it's time for the classic tt / manx gp again, i booked the ferry and dig's last november,[ not that i'm obsessed or anything...] it's just something i have to do, it's not just about that fabled 37 and two bits of tarmac that make up the legendary tt course, it's the whole feeling that you get on this little island in the middle of the irish sea, just the stuff of legends, so much glory and for some, so much heartbreak, if you have any leaning towards the two-wheeled life it's just essential to do it. this year i'm taking two bikes, 'peaky blinder' is already there, courtesy of chalky who has hitched it to his trailer along with his triumph, so i can ride at the festival of jurby next sunday, [and hopefully have a couple of 'brisk' laps of the tt course too!] i'm riding over on the hyper-retard along with dangerous on the scramber tomorrow, we are up at stupid 'o clock friday to make the journey up to liverpool for the ferry, the weather is not looking good and more importantly for me, the crossing looks like it may be a tad 'entertaining' [sorry, i'm no sailor me, give me high, fast roller coasters - no problem, but, bloody boats, i could spew on a duck pond me...] oh well, at least the sea gulls should get some breakfast! so, that's it then, no posts for a week, like cilla used to say ta-ra chuck.......

Saturday, 22 August 2015

everybody loves the sunshine...........


ride out this afternoon with dangerous, lot's of tea drunk and hooligan behaviour, every set of traffic lights turns into an opportunity for wheelies and stoppies, we some how end up causing mayhem in sheffield city centre after a wrong turning, as we escape the city and arrive in buxton cue 'god's own thunderstorm' fuck! within seconds we are soaked to the skin! nothing to do but just enjoy it, rooster tails of spray and no discernible decrease in speed, i love this bike, [mrs b has already christened it the 'hyper-retard'] instead of trying to miss the puddles and surface water i'm deliberately riding through them, dicking about and laughing like a drain, the storm gets heavier, dangerous needs a pee, i need a pee, he pulls up on the pavement, under a hedge, suitably relieved i ask why he's parked up on the pavement, 'well, i don't want to get my bike wet' hey, everybody loves the sunshine............

made in england




last weekend i trapped up to darley moor to catch the british historic racing meeting, paid my twelve quid, parked up and watched the always entertaining scooter races before having a walk around the pits, always for me the most interesting part of a race meeting, snatches of conversation, people working on bikes, the loyal army of wives / girlfriends / partners making tea /sandwiches /offering support and kind words when the weekend is going to rat-shit, brilliant. a whole world away from all the pretentious 'look at me and how cool i am' bollocks that i'm growing to despise. in a far off corner i spotted a couple of bikes that stopped me in my tracks, a dohc vee- six bsa, belt driven cams and a dohc belt driven triple bsa, i just stood and stared me, not quite comprehending what i was seeing, after twenty minutes or so i noticed a heavily tattooed bloke slumped in a fold out picnic chair watching me as i walked around the two bikes, i was reduced to just uttering 'fuck' 'fucking hell' 'what the fuck' i bombarded him with questions, why? how? he patiently informed me that he had made the crankshafts, what the fuck! had the cams made, the belt drive was 'just a temporary measure until he could figure out gear driven cams' holy cow batman! there's me dicking about in the shed and then there's pure fucking genius! carbs? 'temporary again, i'm making my own fuel injection system! game over, i'm going to order some rim-tape for my hypermotard, that'll show 'em.........

Sunday, 16 August 2015

oop's!, i did it again










i remember the first time i saw a ducati hypermotard, me and dangerous went into a 'well known, midlands, motorcycle dealer' and there it was, whoa! my initial thoughts were i don't know what it is but i really, really like it! i couldn't take my eyes off it, for once i was literally speechless, poring over the details, the underseat exhaust, the 'beak' the tiny headlamp, rear light aero-foil thing , the single sided swing arm, the back wheel 'floating' in mid air, the fork protectors, radial brakes, abbreviated front mudguard, just so beautiful and so different, then i looked at the price tag, not for the common working man, just unobtanium.
 scroll forward seven years, i sold the 900ss, sold 'yellow-hammer' and had a garage clearout of all my redundant 'spares' and i was in a position to purchase an eleven plate, two owner, low mileage 796 hyper from a kawasaki dealer in britains second city, two new pirelli rosso's, new belts, oil and filter, three months warranty, six months tax and a tank of fuel sealed the deal.
      the original bar end mirror / indicator combo had been replaced with ducati performance items, horrible, sticking out like mickey mouses ears, first thing i did when i got home from picking the bike up was take them off, got them on the 'bay and purchased oberon bar end indicators and a mirror, to fit the indicators required sawing off the end of the bar's as they have a machined section to fit the oem parts. mrs b's face was a picture, [and her language a tad 'fruity' to say the least when she bought me a cup of tea into the shed to find me attacking the bars with a hacksaw!] 'tim, for fu[ inaudible as she slips into scottish] 'you've had it less than twenty-four hours and your cutting it up already!'
       so, i've got my hypermotard and the more i look at all the goodies you can get for them, the carbon, titanium, the exotic exhausts, blah, blah, blah, the more i'm thinking that i might just keep this one [almost] stock, i'm loving the performance, the quiet pipe, the big numberplate, i'm mr anonymous, especially behind that black visor. no one acknowledges you, not sports bike riders, harley riders or tourers or the too kool for skool 'brand new, your retro' beardies and that's something i'm revelling in............

Sunday, 9 August 2015