DUSTY WEEKEND

 Before this weekends race meet i managed to fabricate a right foot gearchange
The skateboard wheel is there to stop the chain rubbing on the tube that connects the right and left linkage together. I also mounted the battery on the forks, moving the weight forward and giving me more front wheel grip. worked a treat and looks so much better.

 This "Spirit of the 70's Yam DT is my favorite bike there. Its bloody quick too, and it's real impresive watching the big fella (Tall not fat) hoon around the track.

 First corner mayhem..
Where's Wally?

Pete, Tom and Me getting some sunshine.
Tom came 1st and its only his 2nd race JAMMY FUCKER.

BEEN BUISEY

 I haven posted on my blog for ages so here's some catch up:
Dave Aldana giving it a handfull

 This cheeky lady has a handfull

And this Sweedish chop looks like a handfull.
I,m off to "the big smoke" tomorrow to check this out the bikeshed .
Then on sunday its my secound race.
If you can make it to Rye house near Harlow, go and check it out.

XS650

 Very cool XS650 i saw at the last race meet.

CHECK IT OUT

If this dont get you in the mood i wory for your soul.  
Click HERE
THEN GET YOUR BIKE THERE.

MEET THE VONZETI'S

 The Vonzeti's had there open day on Sat.
It wasn't an extreemly buisy event but it did have a beautiful atmosphere with a lot of great people there.
The tea, coffie and hotdogs kept coming whilst Nieks rockerbilly band played some tunes.

 This Buell is halfway through getting the Vonzeti treatment.

 Pauls very bloody cool Norton

 Rinsey's very cool BSA
And this Norton below is halfway built, It's a shame that you cant trully see the paintwork because its new but looks very old. The fella has done a real nice job.

My dad used to have a Riley , it was the same model as this but was a two seeter with a 'dicky seat' that he built. A dicky seat is a seat in the boot (trunk if your American) My dads Riley was a spotless example but i still thought that this one was quite cool.
Check out some of the beautiful work that Vonzeti produce HERE

STIHL MAY

Sorry it's late but it took me 4 days to realise that it is a new month.
So here she is... Better late than never.
And she comes with a handy post drill. Just what you need on a desert island.

IT'S NOT ALL RAIN, RAIN,RAIN

 IT'S been BLOODY BEAUTIFUL lately. and it even stayed sunny as i rode the TRUMPET to work.
16 degrees feels amazing.

OPEN DAY

The Vonzeti's are having an open day this Sat if you are in or around Torbay pop in.
You may be in Torbay anyway as there is a big BMAD bike show all weekend on Paignton sea front

TRUMPET DAY

I Took the Triumph out for the first time in ages on Sat. I didnt plan to but i had just bwashed all the angle grinder crap from it. I have spent all winter pushing it around the shed and cursing it for being in the way. So i kicked it over and it fired into life."Fuck it" i thought " i'll take it to the pub for a treat".
Bloody brilliant. it ran like a dream and i didnt even hit a sheep.

CAFE JEAN BART

 The story goes.....

The day before, i saw this kid colouring in a picture of a pirate who was called Jean Bart.  I thought not that much of it but then we saw this cafe named after the same scallywag so we thought we'd pop in for a coffee as one does en France.  The barman was greasy of head and black of thread but friendly in that kind of gruff way such dudes tend to be.  We got a coffee and he let me go round behind the bar to have a looksy at his pretty cool harley engine beer pump.  Albert got a free lolly of him then, just as two other dudes got cross with each other and set about beating ten bells o shite from each others noses.  Albert was a little confused as to why there were tables and chairs and arms and legs and wonky noses flying around the place, but his lolly was good so he cracked on with that, whilst leafing through the harley davidson accesories manual which was weighing down on our table.

 

All then became calm as a mother of unknown origin stepped in and laid down the law in a firm motherly fashion.  All nose benders retreated in shame and peace descended.

 

I then bought a t shirt of nice gruff greasy topped bar man and we all left to head back to blighty.  Sweet.

 This was ent to me by my good friend "C, Bass " or Don as his mother calles him.
He defininatly has a way with words.
This is Albert (his lad) below, Not Don.