Unfinished Project [Part Two] Getting There.

digging out the old photo's that my mum took of jeanette and me ready to go to the tt in 1981 really fired me up as i knew i had some photo's of my crashed suzuki's, a gs750 and my pride and joy, my gs1000s 'ice cream van' i really made a mess of the old gs 750, a combination of too much throttle and a damp road saw me binning it in a right royal fashion, i like to think i almost saved it but the broken glass on the speedo is actually from where i head-butted the clocks with my trusty bell star two helmet before it all went sky, screecch, air, sky, pain, the handlebars pinned my left hand against the tank and i hit the kerb amidships, the bike flipping over and barrel rolling into a field ripping the engine out of the frame in the process, [check out the second picture and you can see where it's smashed free from the mounting] in a state of shock i jumped up when i eventually stopped sliding and ran over to the bike to survey the damage, vinny had stopped and turned around and helped me pick the bike up uttering the immortal line, 'fucking hell bailey, where's your jeans!' the force of the impact had actually ripped them off and i was stood at the side of the road just in my grundies and the remains of the waistband and belt around my waist,  after the initial shock had worn off vinny pressed the starter button and the fucking thing only started! home via a lift in vinny's bosses van and thankfully before the old bill turned up, i eventually rebuilt the old girl and sold it to a mate, stevie carr, [r.i.p], who thrashed the living daylights out of it for years afterwards, i can't find any pic's of the damge to my gs 1000, i know i've got some somewhere, but here's a couple to wet your appetite, the very same afternoon before i stuffed it racing vinny on the roads up at foremark reservoir with vinny's brother, karl, on the back, just remember, this was a year old bike, on hire purchase, i was working every hour i could to buy this bike, weekend's, christmas, ghoster's, every fucking shift i could do, check out my marzzochi shocks, remote reservoir, [the eighties equivalent of ohlin's] the alfa four into one exhaust, [the eighties equivalent of an acropovic] and the metmachex alloy swingarm, [the eighties equivalent of a very trick, trick thing, eccentric chain adjuster's? pure factory race item back in the day bro] two bikes smashed in a week, what a fucking tool...............