dangerous, dicking about in the shed, admit it, we've all done it, your bike's nearly done and you jump on, grip the handlebars and make braaah, braaaahhhh, braaaahhhh noises, yes?, yes?, now then, doesn't that feel better now you have owned up to it?

thursday night, thursday night is carbon fibre night, dangerous always turns up late thursday's because he knows i'm making stuff out of carbon, carbon is a brilliant material to work with but, i have to agree with dangerous, when you are machining it  there's a whole cloud of carciogenic dust kicking up into the atmosphere, this a points cover, [well, not really a points cover, more of an electronic ignition cover], off bens, [the worlds most handsome man's], night-train, twin cam, mega bastard, big-bore, tyre shredding, ape- hangered, baddass, this ain't rock and roll this is genocide, camel humping, meat eating, [all the soul's of dead animals will come back to haunt you ben, it's karma you carnivore bastard!], police baiting project, but, you know what really made me laugh?, this thing is totally rude, illegal exhausts, loud as a libyan airstrike, mile-high apes and he say's 'i'm going to run a yellow and black number plate because i don't want to attract too much attention', brilliant, i love you ben......

for some reason blogger have changed how you post photo's, you have to select to say you aren't pinching photo's that you don't have the rights to, what the fuck is that all about?, these are my photo's, of my bike and i can't post them in the chronological order that i've taken them in, so, here we go, i've cut the drain plug mounting/exhaust hanger bracket off my frame because, it's ugly, heavy and i don't need it because i'm running high-level supertrapps, i need a plug for the oil tank drain hose, piece of 25mm round stock, drop in the lathe and turn it down to hose diameter, turn a spur to grip the tube , [don't want it coming loose and dumping oil all over the back tyre], [photo 3], stick with me, photo 2 shows the finished plug and photo 3 shows it fitted to the drain hose, why is life so hard?, where's my wheel's?, why can't i earn enough money to go racing?.....

'he's coming!, he's coming!, posty's here ted! ,i'm just going to lie on the sofa a bit longer 'til he put's it in the letterbox then we can rip the shit out of it gus, he's here! he's here!, here comes dad's sideburn, attack!, banzai!, kill!, rip! bite!, that's really going to piss him off......'

in the shed tonight, routing oil lines off the oil pump onto the oil tank, off the oil tank onto the oil pump, rubber hoses, jubilee clips, oil tank on, oil tank off, battery box off, battery box on, still no bastard wheels, going to build myself a wickerman......

sunday, me and dangerous made the short trip down to uttoxeter race course for the autojumble/show, usual over restored bikes and cars, blokes selling overpriced fucking junk, worn out sprockets anyone?, hard-as-nails shit tyres, fucked shocks?, step right up sucker and purchase a 'classic', iv'e chucked better stuff away than what these charlatan's are trying to pass off as 'classic' parts, [read, fucked, worn out, shit], love the two lambretta's in the car park, loads of engineering going on, twin disc brakes?, dropped headset, [total bastard to do], punk rock attitude, had to get some photo's of the massive, twelve foot high bull sculpture that has just been revealed in uttoxeter, every piece cut and welded by hand, galvanised for weather protection, it stands twelve feet high, nearly got knocked down  running over the road to click a couple of photo's of it, small market town put it's money where it's mouth is, brilliant.

stolen from 'fingy moto', ed's brilliant blog, this is a thing of beauty indeed, lovely.