ben

i wasted an hour of my life posting boring pictures of the coil bracket for the boxer racer project tonight, then i deleted them, here's some photo's of ben instead, much more interesting, ben nipped in for a brew, refused my offer of tea made with soya milk, had a glass of pineapple juice and bang, off we go, ben is like a rollercoaster ride,  he spent less than an hour with us and in that time we discussed my daughter jess's tattoo, ben's 'interesting' sphincter control, [or lack of it, serves you right for riding a hardly dangerous], customer's pissing themselves, fart's, the boxer race project and numerous other things, check out ben's ride, who but ben would go to racefit, the purveyors of exhaust pipes to every wannabe bsb road going sport bike rider and have a set made up in titanium for a fucking ditch-pump harley? 'los bastardos de la muerte? the bastards of death, i was having a legendary friday afternoon tattoo session, four, maybe five hours in, i'm nearly fainting, ben's hammering my rib's with the old j.b. [so offensive i can't tell you what that mean's, every tattoo artist is now pissing themseves or recoiling in horror, don't blame me, i didn't invent it], 'extremely fucking loud pipes' brilliant, anti-social, anti-fashion, anti everything, ladies and gentlemen, ben jones..............[roadhouse tattoo, derby, yes it hurt's, no, you can't wash it off]..............................