aermacchi

footpegs, small detail, you put your feet on them, that's it, they don't serve any other purpose, somewhere to rest your size ten's while you change gear or use the rear brake, i love footpegs me, i look at them like i look at someones shoes, weird?, yep, scruffy, beat up converse?, yep, that's ok, brogues, loafer's, d.m's? if you ever turn up wearing them un-polished, [in anything other than ox-blood polish], then you are a lazy-arsed bastard, scruffy training shoes? get the fuck out of here, there's an old saying, 'clothes maketh the man' for me that's true, there's no place on earth for a pair of too-short, boiled, grey, nike jogger bottom's, stone wash denim jeans or those 'baby-sick' yellow, low-slung jean's, anyhoo, enough of the loveless sartorial fashion tip's, i'm obsessed with footpegs, here's the latest offering, knurled, shorty's, [less than two and a half english inches long, [that's sixty-five metric millimetre's] hand- turned, white nylon, peg-end's, like a pair of hand-made english loake's, [look them up] no, we aren't going to offer them for sale through our blogspot, 'web-shop' 'big-cartel or any of that other fucking self-promotion, wanna-be trendy wank, two blokes in a shed in derbyshire, nowhere near london, not buying bmw's and selling our z1000's because the monkkee-boy's say we should and have suddenly discovered that it's that it's the thing to do, [note, have a look at my blog and bikes and post all about how you are going to 'cut-up' and 'racerise' your bmw twin, quoting all the stuff you've thought about doing to 'your' bike while pumping me and dangerous for 'information' wanker, just a 'trent' in disguise, 'top-yoke, drilled-for -lightness' it's a stock top yoke without the plastic cover........