boxer racer project

with less than a week before the boxer makes it's, [and mine] first appearance in a real classic race, it's time to get down to the nitty-gritty with the preparation, one of the rules that has just been introduced is that all machines in the bear's series should run 'oil containment', there are proprietary 'belly pan's' available, but, to be honest, most of them are for modern superbikes and at around sixty quid a throw for a fibrelass moulding are a touch on the expensive side, especially for a cash strapped and tight derbyshire lad like your's truly, so, this morning mr's b has given me a list of chores to do before i walk the dog's, i'm idly rinsing the breakfast pot's before stacking the dishwasher, don't know where these idea's come from sometime's, mr's b's baking tray, look's just the job for the oil containment duties i require, out into the shed, [with two very attentive jack russell terrier's in close proximity, jack's had his carnivourous sausage and bacon sunday morning feast baked in the aforesaid receptacle] yep, spot-on, make a couple of measurements and set to making four mounting bracket's to suspend the tray under the sump, whip out the engine mounting bolts and drill and tap them to accept four six mm screws, cut, drill and bend four pieces of 20mmx2mm stainless flat, clean up the mounting hardware and knock up a couple of extension bushes out of a couple of pieces of 15mm ally round stock, [all this while the baking tray is in the dishwasher], cut up an old doormat to fit the bottom of the tray and glue it in with some contact adhesive, job's a good 'un, just hope her indoor's doesn't notice she's a bit light on the baking tray's.................

boxer racer project

itch, itch, scratch, had an itch all week, right arm, little mole, never really took much notice of it and then, alarm bell's, it's a mole, raised from the skin, changing colour and itching, booked in with the doctor, he say's it's nothing to worry about, but, 'i think we need to send you for a few test's to be sure' when i get home from my shift i phone pauline at the british historic racing club, 'got any entries for darley moor next weekend?' i've booked in for two bear's races and a novice race for saturday, i'm going to be out on a cobbled together, standard motor, but, you know, so fucking what, you only have one life and you have to pack in everything you can into it..........

black and white forever

ok, none-football fan's skip this post, it contains passion, bad language and stuff even i can't explain, still here?, ok, here we go, i bleed black and white, i'm a derby fan, simple as, that's the way it is, that's the way i roll, derby county run's through my vein's, i support an un-fashionable, east midland's club, our glory day's were 40 year's ago, i'm not bothered, i'm a derby fan, i'll support this club through thick and thin, until the day i die, my son, [i'm sorry jack] is the same, it's to easy to 'support' a premiership team, a manchester united, tottenham or chelsea, we renewed our season tickets in may, what else are we going to do? even after a lack-lustre mid-table performance, it's a chore rather than being entertainment sometimes watching this team, [and oh, so easy to pretend to support a winning team] derby county have had the thick end of eight hundred plus hard earned pounds in their coffer's for three month's, so, imagine my suprise when i get a letter, [two weeks before the start of the season] informing me that they have sold my seat to the visiting supporter's of one of our rival's, sheffield wednesday, excuse me? yep, they've given our seats to a rival club and re-allocated us some shit seat's at the back of the stadium, what's worse is that they inform me that they may do this for more matches throughout the season, so, for the big matches we are sitting anywhere that 'the club' decide to choose for us?, for the tuesday night matches, home to hull, [no offence to hull supporter's], on a freezing february night i can sit in my own seat? is it me or what, i went down to the ticket office to ask what was going on, they were wank and tried to fob me off, i ask to speak to a manager, wanker, he tries to fob us off, i go into the main reception and eventually get an audience with the commercial director who proceed's to tell me 'it's a commercial decision, you have to look at the big picture' yeah the big picture, if you can sell my ticket to a rival club you will, we mean fuck all to the club, the loyal supporter's who come year in, year out, in all weather's to watch a jorneyman team, when i walk through the carpark on a matchday and see the players bentleys, lambo's porche's and ferrari's i wonder if they really care? do they fuck, football is a business, the sucker's like me and jack pay their wages and the club treat us like shit, all that badge kissing, fuck you, i'll be here when you've signed with whoever is going to pay you fifty quid a week more you mercenary bastard's, i really wanted to tell them to stick it up their arse today, but, i'm going to ask to sit somewhere else so they can't mug me off , sucker? yep that's me, loyal supporter...........

sporty

perfect evening for a bimble around the lanes of derbyshire tonight....

sporty

like this a lot, new sporty, apparently one of the ex bsb support race bikes, licked into shape by shaws speed and custom, nice they put a #13 on the tank too.....

bonneville

dangerous is away for a week or two, so, there was only one thing to do, pinch his bike, dodge the showers and go for a ride............

we don't need no stinkin' filter's...

bellmouth's rule.........

i can only disappoint u

tune.

backlog

'i can only disappoint u' to quote the mighty mansun, top tune, i've got a big back-log of photo's to post, this one is from the national motorcycle museum visit, more to follow.......

boxer racer project

bmw's, old men's bikes......

airhead

love this bike, tried hard not to post picture's of it as it's all over the bloggersphere, but, it's just too perfect, from the mighty ritmo sereno stable, perfection personified..........