had this photo of me on the mz at mallory park hairpin mailed to me today,
                                 [thank's lee, appreciate your kind comment's, fuck the honda replica's!]  

                                saturday come's slow, shift pattern draw's me the short straw and i'm at work for the second saturday in a row, in early doors so i can get away as soon as, home early afternoon, match today, we lose again, home, walk the dog's, pissed off, grab a cobra and in the shed, can't face scraping and sanding the swingarm, [i'm easily distracted you know, don't know if i've mentioned it?] pick up the top yoke, the handlebar casting's bite the dust on the miller, another beer, doesn't look right with the mounting holes still exposed, grab a sharpie and doodle different shapes, back on the miller, have a beer, aluminium swarf, yeah, that's better, dog's bitching and moaning as i turf them off 'their' chair, [soon jump back up on my knee], glance at the clock, y'all know what time it is? it's beer 'o' clock......

 yukimi nagano