aermacchi

sunday afternoon disappears, it fades into the ether, into history, tea drinking, eating dark chocolate hobnob's, chatting with the barseman on the phone, catching up with stu, drinking peroni, reading motorcycle news, watching some footy on the telly, oh yeah, we did a bit on the aermacchi too, new torque arm, drilled for lightness, polished up the rear wheel, sprayed the venting mesh with some wilco gold i had left over from painting one of my ma's picture frames, measured up some new spacers for the wheel because the originals were binding on the swingarm and turning the swingarm into a rigid, no suspension, no good on a race bike, sunday....

o.g.

gordy and me, farmyard party, many moon's ago, original gangster's.....