the usual suspects

the first of june, [only twenty days until the summer solstice and the turning point of the year, the nights will slowly start to draw in after that] got a visit of a few old friends today, butler, marshy and barse, let me tell you about this crew, we go back years, i 've known marshy over half my life, me and butler? about the same and barseman? well.... they knew i'm without a ride at the present time , so, what else would you do, turn up and take the piss, i'd do exactly the same, not riding with these blokes gives me a chance to sit back and drink in the details, butlers xr1200 race rep sporty, dripping in carbon and vance and hines race goodness, marshy's '72' sporty, roland sands bits and bobs and gold nitrated fork-legs oozing love,and barses venerable, as old as the hill's shovelhead, this year squeezed into the rigid frame and rocking a twenty-one inch super skinny front wheel, hard as nails and just, well, organic, three different harley's and just brilliant in their own way, total attitude, something you just can't buy, jealous?, no not me squire, i've got  to chop a couple of tree's down in the garden, far too busy to be fucking about on motorcycles........