beezer

walking the dog's the other night, i have to pass through the farmyard, the farmer is a grumpy fucker who doesn't like dog's apparently, i don't give a fuck but tow the line and put one of my two boy's on the lead as we go through the yard, it's his back-yard after all, he's dicking about with a bsa outfit, it's an old bike and i can't resist a pike at it, he doesn't even look up as i ask him about it, local legend's right then, he is a grumpy fucker, short and squat, he look's like he can handle himself, just as i'm getting fucked off with him he lighten's up a little, he is well into his classic bikes, vintage, flat-tank especially, he show's me a set of crankcases off a bsa g26, a thousand cubic centimetre flat tanker from 1926, he's building it up from a pile of bit's, the crankcases are damaged and he's had them welded up, need's them re-finishing so he can bolt them up, i offer to mill them up to remove the surplus weld and make a new, flat bolt surface, never ceases to amaze me that people have stuff like this lying in their shed's, brilliant.....