with the 'false' triumph away at neil's for the bespoke exhaust, mid-week see's me replacing a blown gearbox seal on the bmw race bike, don't know if it was my 'enthusiastic' changing at the recent bhr practice day at cadwell park or the fact that 'someone' had 'perhaps' 'forgotten' to fit the specially drilled-to-vent-the-gearbox stainless bolt, [allegedly], ahem, what a tool, note to self, slow down, check yourself in your rush to fit machined stainless fasteners you dumb fuck. anyhoo, my old mucker chalky has been chasing me to do a couple of job's on his immaculate 1969, real triumph tiger. friday afternoon see's me swapping the fork springs for a set of proggressive items, changing the fork oil, [the stuff i drained out smelt like the brine out of a tin of tuna and probably would have offered the same performance] swapped out the o.e.m bars for a set of tt bars, had to shorten them by two and a quarter inches per side, under strict instruction from chalky, i would have left them 'wide' myself, but, what the fuck do i know? sitting back to quaff a well earned bitburger i could appreciate the engine, it really does look like it's doing a hundred miles an hour even sitting on the bench, yep, the second best looking engine in the world, the first? shut up! nothing beats an mz etz 250 and you know's it.............
well, i've sat and looked at it for a couple of day's and today i decided i really couldn't live with it, you have to be true to...
early seventies at southgate secondary modern and the young loveless was getting his ear turned by black music, mostly motown and what later...