whoah, what happened there? a thousand and one tissues, cough, cough, cough,seriously heavy cold/influenza, i am so tired i can't sleep lying down, as soon as i lie down it start's, cough, cough, cough, i grab twenty minutes here and there, propped up on the sofa, dog's know i'm ill, we are like a three headed dragon, they don't leave my side, nightmares and fractured sleep, i'm fucked, iller than the beastie boys, inbetween all that sickness i chase up the bmw racer project, it's done, set up on the dyno and ready to roll, bloody fucking hell, eleven months down the line and baby's coming home, i manage to get it delivered to my home for half the price of hiring a van, two tanks of fuel and a days lost wages, on the bench and i forgot how good it looks, i remove the '13' numberboards off the sides and the front of the fairing, i won't race it unless i can do so on an equal playingfield, got sold a kipper regarding the 'b.e.a.r.s' series, 'drag your old bike out of the shed and have some fun' my arse, like anything, it's all about money, i'm just going to enjoy riding it at classic trackdays and stuff, my ultimate aim is for a closed lap on the island next august at the classic t.t. sitting back and drinking in the details? supertrapp 'closed course competition' end caps, dellorto thirty-six milly pumper carbs, a top secret german race cam buried within the depths of the engine, dyna race coil, twin-plugged, magnecored, two angled valve job, squish and high compression gas flowed and good to go, i prime the carbs, push the button and........ nothing, the trick lightweight battery gives up the ghost, bollock's, battery out and on charge, time for a run on the bonneville, great, light weight, responsive and good fun and then, it stop's, like someones hit the kill-switch, i coast over to the verge, ignition off/ignition on /press button/fires/ two-miles/ stops/ ignition off/ ignition on/starts/runs/stops/ i love motorcycles me. just a sugar hiccup............
I've said it before, and I'll say it again, "ARSE!"
ReplyDeleteYou should've taken the reliable Ducati!
ReplyDeleteYou're ill and I finally have the erection I've been waiting for . . . LOVE it brotherman, and the new 'plan' as well. Get better you silly old twat. XXX
ReplyDeleteToo much cheap beer and Hershey bars Luv. I just got over the same shit. Dog-tired, but soon as you lay down the nasal drip trickles down the back of your throat, turning sleep into an elusive bedfellow. My nose was reddened and raw like W.C. Fields on bath salts, 'cause I'm a f@#kin' hovel-dwelling incubus and have no tissues and must resort to wiping the persistent demon mucous with paper towels and shop rags.
ReplyDeleteI have two words for you, my friend........Ny Quil.
'tis a heavenly elixir, and a balm for the soul. ('specially when coupled with Xanax, consult your physician)
No snot rags needed for the Beamer though, looks awesome.
The Beemer's lookin' sweeter than a sweet thing from a sweet shop!!
ReplyDeleteDamn, I love bikes, cheap beer, and Hershey bars!!
ReplyDeleteYour bike looks sick buddy (not the same as your condition). The next pandemic will be spread by international flights. Hope you feel better soon sir!!
Can't beat the looks of a well sorted race bike…
ReplyDeleteOhhh if only had the money ;-) Great to see the BM finished at last…. now time to start another MZ and come racing…..
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