not a ducati tt replica.

i really need help me. i've had sleepless nights after last weekends trip to cadwell park for the british supermoto finale, every day scouring the interweb for a potential victim, sorry i mean 'donor' bike. insomnia, a heavy dose of man-flu and copious amounts of alcohol and cold and flu remedies not helping the cause. only due to the timely intervention of my beloved mrs b, the scottish bint, saves me from sending a load of money to an anonymous eastern european scammer, like the man said, if it's too good to be true then it probably is, oh and a wasted trip to a well known motorcycle dealer to buy a bike. it's half past five on a november afternoon, they shut at six, i've got five hundred notes burning a hole in my arse pocket ready to put down on a bike as a deposit, there are at a rough guess? three hundred machines in the showroom. i reckon theres ten staff, milling around, clock watching and waiting to shut up shop and the only customers are me, dangerous and chalky, i ask them to knock a hundred quid off  the bike, [that needs a pair of new tyres, the ones on the bike are shagged, used for commuting and squared off],  not a fucking chance! really? i'm stunned, i can't see anyone queueing up to buy a bike here! it's november, it's dark, cold and very, very wet, the bike i'm looking at is covered with a light covering of dust and grease, it's been here a while, can they really afford to turn down my offer? well, yes, apparently they can. it's all kidology when you buy a bike, but, to say i was stunned, squeeze me? baking powder? fuck 'em. i stropped off like russell brand, [well, a fat, late-fifty year old russell brand, with no hair, no beard, no skinny fit jeans and a better understanding of politics than aforesaid rich tosser courting the corbynister's....] anyway, back to reality. there are good people out there. spike at ragged edge racing is up there with the best, quick phone call to ask if he can make me a ducati tt f1 top fairing, [not going to hide that lovely engine] and a tt f2 seat unit, both in 'road' weight fibreglass [i'm running 'peaky' primarily as a trackday tool, but, i want to stick a 'daytime' mot on it so i can run some cheeky miles on the road and don't want flimsy, race weight stuff.] spike isn't fazed, doesn't even ask me for a deposit, just emails me to let me know it's ready, a true craftsman. the fairing, screen and seat turn up three weeks later, to say i'm stunned with them is an underestimate, perfect shape, weight and finish, spike seems suprised when i ask what i need to do to paint them, 'just wash them down with some soapy water, dry and your good to go' please, support the true independents, not some tossers trying to sell you merchandise under the banner of a trendy magazine / blogspot / 'lifestyle' show, www.raggededgeracing.com

menthol.

day out with dangerous and chalky last weekend, up to hull to drop off 'peaky' at chads for some work. stupidly mild for this time of year, we hit the humber bridge, dodging the scooterists on their way home from their last rally of the year, [we are not worthy, we 'need' an 'adventure' bike / tourer / bagger / blah, blah to even consider a ride over a hundred miles, yet, these lads and lasses think nothing of travelling five hundred plus miles in a weekend on a 200cc two-stroke, respect due, done it myself, the bikers big event, the farmyard party at helmsley, fell off on the wet grass outside the beer tent at fuck this o'clock, sunday morning much to the hilarity of the assembled party animals still drinking from the night before, bike never even stalled, just lay there ticking over, they picked me up and clapped me away, just a great moment. i had one of my sporsters at the time but me being me, i kicked against the jams and bought a couple of vespa scooters, my ride to work px 200 disc and a project, [wow, that's a suprise] it ended up a  matt black, tuned to buggery, scootershop race seat special to fuck about on, loved the reaction when i turned up at rally's / runs /demo's on it, nothing to prove i guess, been there, done that] any-fucking-way, back to the plot, i checked out that the british supermoto's were having their final meeting at my beloved cadwell park, thirty miles away,[not from my house, from where i dropped off 'peaky', keep up with the plot!] no contest. chalky blags us in for gratis, [we have an empty trailer on the back of the motor, 'just picking a bike up, not bothered about watching the racing mate....'] cheeky fucker! just brilliant. oh my, my knee's are going wobbly, fucking hell, these boys are on it! massive grids, foot down, slick shod, motocross bikes, fighting tooth and nail for positions, what's not to like about it, i'm transfixed, i forget to take photo's, it's cheap to race, cheap to buy a competitive machine, friendly and just looks like great fun, as we make our way home and the sun sets i'm already doing the sums.......................

not a ducati tt replica.

so, i had a look at the 'off the shelf' ducati tt replica kits available, a verlichi replica frame, fairing, tank and seat, six grand, you have to supply your own swingarm, [also available as an 'optional' extra], electrics, forks, wheels, engine, carbs, blah, blah, blah, a lot of money for a 'replica' for a daft derbyshire lad like me. is there really a sexier motorcycle than one of the ducati pantah tt formula tt f1 / f2 race bikes? not in my eyes, mrs b bought me alan cathcarts book back in 1987, i've absorbed every detail of those bikes from that day. never able to afford the genuine article, [and, let's face it, you are talking a rare, highly strung machine that would probably break your heart and leave you queueing at the soup kitchen] after off-loading the 'false' triumph, the 'yellow-hammer' and the 900ss i would still have to put up a big slice of 'disposable' to afford the basic 'replica' kit. bollocks to that. i have the 'peaky blinder' sitting in the shed. a fully sorted, fast, good handling machine. i strip off the tank, fairing and seat and sit looking at the bare-bones of the machine. i can make a tt 'look-a-likey' bike out of this bike. the air-box is the first thing to bite the dust. a couple of ram-air filters give me loads of room. the bike is off up to sunny hull for ducati forum member chad to work his magic on a one-off aluminium tank. [this is a 750sie fuel injection bike, i need to get a fuel regulator and fuel pump installed somewhere [the reg and fuel pump are located in the tank on the ie series supersports] and the ecu unit and battery mounted, what looks like a relatively easy cosmetic make-over turns into a proper challenge] i need a two-into-one exhaust too, running up the left hand side of the bike, got to remember that i need a sidestand, another problem.....just look at the picture of the bike from the r/h side, can you imagine obstructing that view with a silencer? nah. the finished bike is in my minds eye, a ducati tt f1 fairing, [just the top half mind you, why block that view of the engine?] a tt f2 seat, [probably cut down a tad] matt black paint, rattle can of course, get my mate roy to make me up some white number boards and some cheeky-as-fuck retro stickers, the pantah '81,82, 83 world champion', verlichi, 'battle of the twins' crossed piston red and whites. yeah baby, not a replica, just the loveless take on a classic race bike, lets face it, the formula one, classic tt, suzuki 'xr69' race bikes are all sixteen valve bandit engines or gixxer motors not the original old eight-valvers based on the gs thousand, andy molnar runs eight-valve 'manx' engines in his bikes not some crusty old fifties, manx two-valve, chain primary clunker. so fuck it, i'm building a bike as a nod to the legendary ducati tt race bikes, my bike is originally descended from the pantah, [yes, yes, yes, i know the rear head on the pantah was originally the other way around, give me a break!] it's a two-valve desmo, the frame isn't a direct copy, the wheels are seventeen-inch etc, etc, but, like i said, it's not a tt replica........ [so, do i go the whole hog and put lights on it like an endurance racer or stick a barely legal / daytime mot on it and enjoy the thrill of racing home from the local bike nights on those far away, long, summer nights.............]

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autumn. the days grow shorter and the nights longer, we are past the autumn equinox, winters coming, but, for a few precious weeks we hang on to the faded glory of the summer. cool, clear days, low sunshine, quiet roads, perfect for riding, the smell of freshly ploughed earth, cut hedges and dampness, the sound of gulls following the tractor, wheeling and diving, carrying the thermals as they hunt the treasure of a fat, juicy worm. spunk a couple of tank's of fuel just riding the lanes, numb bum and tingling fingers, hooning hooliganism hoisting up the front wheel, stamping on the brake to lock the back wheel, mcdonalds coffee, sticker applied for my free sixth refill, just good to be out there. gives you time to think too, got home and started stripping the peaky blinder, got an idea............