funny old world really, this time last week i was sitting in lax, drinking budweiser and waiting for my flight home, this week i go in the shed and gary inman from sideburn is in there, 'ey up gary mate, what the fuck you doing in my shed?', 'listen you derby bastard want some do you!', 'calm down gary, i know you leed's fan's are considered one of the elite but what the fuck are you doing in my shed?' 'well actually, i would like to do a 360 degree feature on your shed for performance bike', 'carry on then dude, franny lee kicked norman hunter's arse though didn't he?', 'fuck off you derby bastard, we are leed's. we are leed's we are leed's......', 'ok gary, let's just smile for the photo and then we can sort it out', 'ok mate, cheese,', 'did you just say leed's?'............'we all fucking hate leed's.....' , 'scab', fuck you', 'fuck you right back scab',' don't start on the miners strike' 'bollock's', fuck you', great night, thank's paul and gary.

membership form for bemsee dropped through the letterbox today, it's nearly the mz anniversary, can't believe it's nearly a year gone since me and dangerous made the journey up to lancashire to pick up the basket case bike that we were going to change into the racer, had a review of the finances with mr's b and there's no way we can afford for me to do a full season racing next year, got to pick and choose which meetings we do, that's the way it goes.

ted is the cheese ninja, doesn't matter where he is, perhaps in the garden, asleep on the sofa or playing, when that cheese comes out of the box, ted is there, here he is, he's using an old kung-fu technique, ghost dog cheese paw's to overwhelm jessica, 'your kung-fu is rubbish human girl child, you are powerless, give me the cheese'...

you might have noticed that a couple of post's i put on last night have disapeared from the blog, apparently some wanker took exception to me using one of 'their' photo's so i've had to delete it, i've deleted all the photo's that aren't mine from yesterday, fuck's me off, most blog's are made up of photo's scanned off the 'net, i try and take as many of my own photo's as possible but if i see something that inspires me or i think i would like to share then, yeah, i admit it i post it, if you want to use any of my photo's feel free to do so, that's what it's all about, and for the twat who complained, feel free to contact me, i would be delighted to have a' 'chat' with you, you spineless bastard, [p.s., your photo's are shit anyway]. rant over, happy halloween everyone, me and gus are in the shed, wearing mask's, sharpening knives and drinking red wine.......

drive to lax, drop off the chevy, bag drop, two bud's, security, plane, take-off, ten hour's of boredom, passport control, collect bag's, taxi, m1, accident, tailback, three hour drive, pick up dog's, shower, wine, bed, up at 4am, computer, sofa, jet-lag, walk dog's, dawn in derbyshire, breakfast, sofa, shower, football, beer, curry.

so, that's it then, back to dear old blighty tomorrow, dangerous has texted me to let me know that the gritters are out so that's the end of the riding season, the sporty is going to get stripped and sorted, i still need to find a spare engine for the racer, back to the daily grind, clocks go back saturday so five months of long, dark, cold nights, oh well, at least i can get back to my dog's and we've got watford at home saturday..........

amoeba records, los angeles, unbelievable, the best record store in the world, ever, i could spend months in here, walking back to the car i spotted this stencilled graffiti on a street newstand, i checked them out when i got back to the hotel room, pure, punk rock.

'ok baldman, do you really think you can take on the mighty batman?', 'mate, listen, i'm from derby, i'm a rams fan, i've got tattoos and i race an mz, ok, i admit i'm not very fast but i've got a sporty too and lets face it, you've got a fucking sidecar on your bike', 'yeah, fair point baldman, you got me there', 'don't you be dissing batman, baldman!', 'listen green lantern dude, i'm not dissing batman, he's one of my heroes along with des davies, dangerous, barse, ben 'the worlds most handsome man' igor stimac, ed, from fingy moto, stuka from arsehole customs and lucas from murdercycle, oh yeah and des davies, the famous mz racer', 'you already mentioned des davies baldman', 'listen batman, you're starting to piss me off now', 'listen baldman, show some respect to batman and me, the green lantern', 'for fuck's sake lad's, batmans wearing tights and green lanterns got a pair of green ugg boots on','fair point baldman, peace, out', 'i love you batman', i love you too baldyman'.

six flags, magic mountain, rollercoaster heaven, been here a few times before but get that buzz everytime i see the gigantic rides, forget alton towers, nothing will prepare you for the rides here, the park itself feels dangerous, you have to enter through metal detectors, [this is los angeles remember,lots of different coloured 'rags hanging out of back-pockets to show allegience to the 'hood and there's a lapd sheriff station just outside the entrance], once inside it's mental, home to the biggest 'coaster's in the world, 'tatsu' hanging in the air, negative g's, new ride 'terminator', surely the fastest wooden 'coaster on the planet, but, the grandaddy,most extreme ride i have ever been on must go to x2, [last photo], homies bottling it as they get near the front of queue and 'needing the restroom, back shortly', beautiful, you go up backwards, seat facing the sky, don't know how high, fighter contol through the headrest speakers, 'unidentified f16, we got to get you down fast!', seat turns through 180degrees, face down, suspended over fuck knows how high drop, then, 'let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor..........' yeeeeeefuckkkkkinggggghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

california is huge, many long hours of driving but never boring, there's always something to look at, my tips are, rent the biggest, baddest fucking motor you can, don't worry about gas consumption, it's nothing compared to the uk, tune into different radio stations on a regular basis, from the classic rock, soul,  r+b, dance and talk shows, brilliant taste of the usa, remember that you have to pay for your fuel before you pump it, the green hose is diesel, the black hose is unleaded, you can turn right on a red light if it's safe to do, [don't worry, you will get someone standing on their horn behind you if you don't turn so you soon get in the habit], you can undertake and no-one minds, buy decent sunglasses, [watch out for the carts in the shopping malls and street vendors, stick to outlets and chains like 'sunglasses hut' so you get the real deal,], food and gas isn't always as available as you would think, fine in the cities but there are a lot of miles between some destinations and finally, don't be afraid to turn off the beaten track and explore, there are some great places to see and some cool people to meet

so, after our near death experience, we head south again to the danish town of solvang in the santa ynez valley, i read about the motorcycle museum in an old copy of 'classic racer' magazine and iv'e wanted to see it ever since, it houses the biggest collection of privately owned racing bikes in the world, i park up and walk to the old moss bros store that houses the collection, to my disapointment i read the notice on the door, 'open saturday and sunday', bummer, i peer through the windows looking at the treasure's inside, 'you want to look at the bikes man?' , 'too right mate' i reply, 'see the guy down there sweeping the leaves?', tell him to open up for you',  'no problem man, give me two minutes to get my keys', he opens up for me and tells me to give him a shout when i'm done, trish and the kids wander off for a look around the town and i'm left alone amongst the most incredible collection of racing exotica i have ever seen in one place, the bikes are packed in so tight that i'm struggling to get photo's, bonneville salt flat racer vincent, honda six hailwood 250 tt racer, mv triple, villa four cylinder two-stroke, cz gp bike, gilera dohc, harley xr750 with the shoe on the seat, mondial, jawa and the incredible moto-guzzi v8, i'm sorry the photo's don't do this place justice, i just stood in awe at these machines, if you have any interest in motorcycles make sure you pay a visit.